*is outside the door doing the insistent knocking, trying to knock in a rhythm completely mismatching the music he can hear from somewhere*
*lies back down again*
Uh, I know that's you, Wentz. No-one else is that tenacious. Come in and be quiet.
*lets himself in, grinning* You only know it's me 'cause I give off, like, rays of awesome or something. Dude, why are you in bed?
*waves a hand from under the covers*
Uh, *rolls over and peeks out*
I got wrecked last night. Tired.
*deliberately loudly, obviously* Nice.
*peeks from under Joe's covers*
*squints, eyes half-closed, at the situation and Pete at the door* Yo! Shalom, Petey. *falls back down, grinning*
*realises where he is and stops grinning* TrohFro, what the fuck. Are you doing in my bed. *doesn't realise this isn't his bed, though*
*glances down at Gabe, then back up at Pete*
*frowns, doing a double take*
Wait, what? Gabe? The fuck?
*looks around the room*
*also does a double take, raising his eyebrows and smirking at them* I see you weren't exaggerating by saying you got wrecked. What the fuck, guys. *laughs* It's Joe's bed, by the way.
Dude, dude, what-- *lifts the covers, looking at his crotch* Oh shitman, dude!! We didn't!? *lies back down, groaning* What was in that fucking cocktail, 's what I'd like to know, man. *chuckles*
*runs his hands through his hair, squinting at Gabe*
Again? Shitman, I need to like, stop smoking, oy.
*lies back down anyway*
So Wentzface, sup?
*shakes his head, still grinning, and decides to leave out the whole city trip deal* Oh, not much, really, you know. The usual. *looks warily at the covers for a few seconds and then walks over to the bed, pushing -- well, one of their feet out of the way, to sit down at the foot of it* What's up with you two, I think is the better question.
Dude, dude, it's okay. *gives Joe a reassuring pat* I'm wearing my underwear, so it's okay!! It's like, possible we didn't have sex, dude. *squints at his wristwatch and groans when he realises the time, burying his face into the crook of Joe's shoulder* Troh, I just wanna sleep, babe.
Gabells, we both know how easily underwear can be moved to one side.
Eh, stay right here, I have no more classes today anyway. Hey Wentzface, you wanna get in?
*lifts the covers up and winks*
As, uh, tempting as that sounds I think I'll pass, because, dude, I don't know what I'd be laying in. *pulls a face* Especially if you managed the whole moving the underwear to one side thing.
*speaks into Joe's shoulder, so it's a bit muffled* Dude it's not like we did Ruby on Rails or something, man. *starts laughing hysterically at himself*