Blame It On The Goose [gabe]

[Alexander "Andy" Bones]

Andy put the glass of scotch to his lips, paused for a few seconds, then tiped his head back and downed the entire glass, placing it back on the wooden bar. "Two beers." The bartender handed him two long neck bottles of what was sure to be the crappiest bar Andy hadever drank, and living on a teachers salery... He had a lot of crappy ass beer. He stood up from the bar stool, walked over to the sexy as hell guard that had invited him in the first place, and extending his hand, tapping him on the shoulder with the back of his hand, then handing him the beer, taking a sip of his own, looking anywhere but Gabe's ass.

After that, it was mostly a blur for the teacher. Drinking, remembering not to check out Gabe because he didn't like that, more drinking, forgetting all about not checking Gabe out and staring at his ass for a full minute before someone started a fight and he was forced to peel his eyes away, even more drinking so he had something else to do, turning down every girl that all but suggested that she and Andy go back to her place and screw like rabbits, more staring at the straight but oh so hot guard, more drinking, Gabe getting all weird, having to drag his drunk ass, and Gabe's, back to the school because Andy had no idea where Gabe lived and he was no condition to tell Andy where he did anyway, and all but throwing Gabe into bed. Some time between then and before they passed out, they both became shirtless.

And that's where they the next morning, very late morning. They were also, strangly, cuddling. Andy had an arm draped around the other man, a hand on his hip, and Andy's face was snuggled into Gabe's neck, which even with some stuble Andy wanted to kiss and lick and bite and if he could make love to it, he probably would. Andy lay motionless, except for his chest raising falling at he breathed, a small smile on his face. He was probably having a good(S*x) dream. It was probably about Gabe.

[gabrielmonroe]

Gabe smiled at the pretty young girls, they were probably not much past college age, and seemed not only drunk, but, to put it frankly, easy. Not really Gabe’s type. But he’d told Andy he’d hook him up with a drunk girl, and here were two, just begging to be someone drunken conquest. He leaned forward to better hear them over the loud prevalent music of the bar. “I’m here with a friend” he explained, turning and pointing at Andy at the bar who was downing something. Friend wasn’t exactly right, but Gabe was hardly going to try to explain their mutual dislike but fragile cease fire they had going on right now.“ It’s his birthday” he explained while the two girls prattled on, apparently about how ‘hot’ the two of them were. Women. Gabe just didn’t understand sometimes. A tap on his shoulder turned out to be Andy, handing him a beer. He took it from him and smiled “ Cheers. And happy birthday”

The hours that followed weren’t so much a blur for Gabe, as a total and complete blank. There had been a fight that broke out, and he waded in to put a stop to it, sometimes you just can’t break a habit. He’d been punched in the face for his trouble, and someone at the bar had offered to buy him a shot for being the ‘hero’. Now Gabe wasn’t a huge drinker, he never had been. Of course he’d been drunk before, but it was a fairly rare occurrence. And he’d never, not even as a teenager, gotten to the black out drunk stage. A high tolerance and higher self control made the chances of that happening slim. Until one night out with Andy that is. If asked later, Gabe would probably be able to recall up until the fight, everything after that was a black void. Which is why, hours later, laying in bed snuggled into the math teacher, he seemed so at ease, he was practically in a coma for goodness sake.

Gabe woke slowly, his brain protesting every step of the way. He didn’t want to be awake, he wanted to be asleep. Sleep was good. His eyes stayed closed as he fought off a wave of nausea. No. He would not wake up simply because his stomach was rejecting whatever he’d eaten the day before. The pounding headache was harder to ignore, starting just behind his ears it spread along until his entire head felt like one throbbing mass. His mouth was dry and tasted like the inside of an ashtray, and for some reason, his cheek was stinging, like he’d been punched in the face. Gabe was without a doubt looking at feeling pretty rough.

But he had a few special skills, and one of them was ignoring discomfort and pain to get on with the task at hand. In this case, the task was sleeping until all of it went away. He snuggled into whoever was next to him more and was ready to drift back off. Wait. Someone next to him? Gabe had a flash of the night before and two young skanky girls. Oh god, he hoped he hadn’t taken one home. That was certainly not Gabe’s style… he’d probably gone and gotten herpes or something. As this thought went through his head, he was struck with the thought that whatever he was lying on was hard, certainly didn’t feel like a woman, and was hairy….

His brain kicked into panic mode. No… no.no.no.no. he thought as he hesitantly opened his eyes. He found himself cuddled not into a slutty girl, no, this was far worse, he was cuddled into Andy. Gabe first reaction was to get away, and he sat bolt up, flinging the other man’s arms off him as he jumped from the bed. His second reaction was anger, seemed appropriate, he’d just woken up in the arms of a gay man, (well BI, but really to Gabe, Gay is Gay) and he couldn’t remember a damn thing from the night before, nothing but a black boozy haze. Someone was at blame here, and it was probably Andy. Yes, that was a safe bet. “[color-green]What the f*ck!?[/color]”[/font][/size]

[Alexander "Andy" Bones]

Andy was snapped out of his dreams when the warm, smooth, hard muscle he had been using as a pillow was suddenly ripped out of under him, and his shoulder was almost dislocated with the force used to throw it the opposite way that it was laying at the moment. Andy was sitting up in seconds, clutching his head. The sudden movement and headache that normally came with hangovers was not in fact a good mixture. He hair was sticking up like crazy, and looked like he hadn't showered in a few days. If Andy wasn't trying really hard to hold his breath, and not smell anything that would start the throwing up part of hang overs, he would be sure he'd smell like he hadn't showered in a couple days, too. Andy, as vain as it was, hated not looking, feeling and smelling nice. Except his shoes, those didn't count. They were special, no matter how old and ratty they got.

"What the f*ck?!"

Dear God, did Gabe drank just as much as Andy had the night before? Why was he doing the loudest human being the face of the earth this morning? "Oh God. Where is Gage?" Andy glanced around the room for his roommate. Maybe he'd be lucky and Gage had gone and visit his son, and he hadn't managed to see the two staff members cuddling that morning. Though Gage had probably managed to see Andy in his Hanes more than once, Andy had too much pride to be caught in bed with anyone, it was private and should remain private except for the two, or in Andy's college days three, parties involved in the cuddling. Or at least that's how Andy saw it.

Andy's eyes fell on the angry,which only made him hotter for the record, security guard, realizing he should probably say something, but it felt someone had mixed cold honey with his thoughts and they were running very slowly. He was still stuck on the Gage thing. Andy got off his bed, realizing he'd slept in his converse, and wasn't looking forward to taking those off later. He looked at the floor, and realized he'd stepped on Gabe's shirt. Well, Andy just wasn't winning any points this morning. He kicked the shirt under his bed, taking a mental note to get it dried cleaned, because there was no telling what the hell was on the bottom of his shoes after walking on a bar floor the night before. He turned slowly and looked at Gabe again, still not sure what to say. "Hi."

[gabrielmonroe]

Gabe’s hands were clenched into fists, this was too much for him, way to far out of his comfort zone, he in fact couldn’t even see the zone in the distance, that’s how far he was. His thoughts were focused on three things, One: Kicking the shit out of Andy. He was sure that would make him feel a little better. Two: Figuring out what the f*ck had happened the night before, and why he could remember nothing of it, and Three: Finding his damn shirt.

As it turned out, the shirt took precedence. It gave him the heebie jeebies, knowing he’d lost it at some point last night, but at least his pants and shoes were still firmly in place. He needed the shirt though. Gabe was by no means a vain man. His looks, and whether anyone found him attractive or not, was the last thing on his mind, ever. But he didn’t like anyone seeing the deep scars that gouged most of his lower back and thighs, ever. It wasn’t out of insecurity, it was shame. To him, it made him seem weak, fallible, and those were not things that Gabe liked feeling. He needed that damn shirt and he needed it now. Gabe rarely missed anything, even in a less than fully functional state, he noticed Andy kicking something under the bed, and saw the tail end of something the same colour blue as his shirt go under.

That freaking perv! What, he thought that now that they were both awake they would have a shirtless pillow fight or some other shit? Jesus Christ. Gabe went around to the other side of the bed, crouching down and reaching under it, whipping his shirt out. There were some… questionable stains on it, but he didn’t care, he’d clean it later, and shower.. oh god, he would shower. IN scalding water for hours and hours. Gabe threw his shirt on, hastily doing up the buttons, still glowering at Andy.

He felt a little better after getting his shirt done up, more like himself. It just happened that ‘himself’ at that point was a foggy pissed off straight man who was sure that the guy across from him had somehow taken advantage of him. So what to do? Ass kicking? Or questioning. Did Gabe even want to know what had happened the night before? He took a deep breath. There was no reason for him to loose his mind, not yet at least. Plus, the glaring was making his head hurt. Dear god he felt like shit. “ What the hell happened last night, and why the f*uck were you cuddling me? Better be a damn good answer, or I’m going to kick your ass.” he said, sounding more calm than he felt… probably didn’t matter what the answer was, his ass was going to be kicked either way[/size]

[Alexander "Andy" Bones]

Andy sighed, and rubbed at his eyes as Gabe got his shirt. He'd seen but a glance of the scars, and Andy.. Didn't care. They were kind of sexy if anything. Knowing Gabe had fought for his country, fought for protection of it's citizens, and Andy was one.. It was sexy. The things Andy would do to him if he weren't straight. A thought struck Andy. "Who would top?" He may like guys, but Andy was always the more... Aggressive and dominate partner in his gay relationships.... Or should he say relations, because Andy hadn't had a full on relationship since he was seventeen. That one ended badly. Not to say Andy cheated on her, and they had a huge fight and broke up with harsh words and tears. No, she was driving to his house one night and was hit by a drunk driver, and she spun into the drivers side of the car wrapped itself around a tree. Andy was told she was only alive for seconds after she was hit by the driver, and she wouldn't have lived to feel any pain. Not that did anything to ease Andy's mind in the days, and months, after the accident.

Andy finally stopped the rubbing of his blood-shot eyes and looked at the other man. He wanted to know what happened the night before. Andy was totally willing to tell him every detail, however Andy didn't know any detail at all. "Uhhh," Wow, Andy's head was killing him. Where was mack truck that currently parked on it? It must have been invisible, but Andy swore to whoever was up there it was there, he could feel it. Kind of how people felt about ghosts, you couldn't see them, but you could feel them. Not that Andy believed in ghosts... or most anything, really. It's why he thought math. What you saw is what you got, and no matter what two plus two would always equal four.

Andy ran a hand through his hair, looking confused at the floor. He turned, pulling open a drawer and grabbing one of the many black under shirts, or "wife beaters", and slipped it on, a little bit of black chest hair sticking over the top of the collar. He grabbed some deodorant, and quickly put some on, having gotten a chance to smell himself by one and not liking it. He might just burn the clothes he'd worn the before, not wanting to smell the booze sweat mixed with bar scent he'd just smelled. He looked down at the hand he'd ran through his hair, half expecting it to come back black and rotting off, but no it seemed in tact. He was not, however, planning on smelling it anything before.

He turned again, looking at Gabe. "So I'm going to try to explain this as best as I can, but keep in mind I barely remember shit. Lady Gaga could've blown me last night and I doubt I would remember." Yeah, Andy thought Miss. Gaga was hot. As simple as that. He would make sweet love to that mouth, and probably enjoy the cherry red lipstick stains on his area. "I remember... The fight... And you getting punched, then I think you got a drink while I was hiding from those the two sluttiest girls I've ever met, then I don't know... You got kinda weird... like loopy, like you were moving really slowly, like someone had slowed down your brain and body.. Then I got the bartender to call us a cab," Because no why in a frozen over hell would Alexander Bones allow him or one of his friends, and yes he counted Gabe as a friend(at least he had been the night before), drive drunk. "And I have no f*cking clue where you live, and I don't think you did either, so I came back here, and put you in bed. I don't know why any of our clothes were removed, and when I passed out, because that was not simply going to sleep, we were on opposite sides of the damn bed, and I remember reminding myself that I shouldn't touch you or I'd lose a hand." Andy Bones was a lot of things, a liar wasn't one of them.

Andy was trying to be quiet, but converse, and Gabe's boots, where making the loudest sounds on the hallway tiles, and were echoing off the walls. It felt like forever to the young teacher before they were to his dorm, and he had to dig his keys out of his pocket while holding on to Gabe to keep the man from falling on the floor, and he awkwardly, and loudly, opened his door. He was trying to be even quieter after that, knowing Gage was probably sleep. He got the keys from out of the lock, dropped his keys to the floor, and shoved the door closed with his foot as he stumbled to the bed with the other man. Then Gabe was falling on the bed, and Andy just let him. Andy walked around to the other side and fell on it himself, telling himself not to touch Gabe no matter how much this drunken, and sober, self wanted to just... Andy made himself stop thinking there, and he nuzzled into his pillow. He reached behind his head, grabbing the back of this t-shirt and pulling it forward until it was off and tossed it aside. Then it was nothing but dreams from there.

[gabrielmonroe]

Gabe listened to the other man as he described the night, he certainly remembered the skanky girls, and the fight, though not being punched. He absentmindedly rubbed his jaw. No wonder it hurt this morning. His fingers grated across rough stubble, he desperately needed a shave, and a shower, and to change out of these god forsaken clothes. Gabe kept his eyes narrowed as he continued listening, watching Andy carefully. As Andy finished the story, at least the parts he could piece together of the night, Gabe let out a sigh, unclenching his hands and running one through his bed tousled hair. That not only seemed like a likely story, Gabe considered himself a fairly good judge on people's behaviors, especially when someone was lying. Andy looked rumpled, and dirty, but he did not look like a liar.

He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, the pounding in his head refusing to stay ignored and Gabe let out a groan. He felt like he'd been hit by a steamroller, and he probably looked it too. He found himself staring at Andy's chest, not in an “I'm interested” way, but more like he was going to knock him out and steal his shirt. As it was clean, and therefore a million times better than what Gabe had on. And deodorant, what a wonderful smell, Gabe didn't think he'd ever smelled something so good. He shook his head slightly, Christ, was he still drunk? What the hell was the matter with him? He finally managed to stop fantasizing about ripping off Andy's shirt to wear it himself and looked at the other man in the face.

“ Thank you then... for not just leaving me there to find my own way home.” he muttered somewhat begrudgingly. Gabe didn't like being beholden to anyone, and was almost as bad at thank you's as he was at apologies. Another person may have added an “I'm sorry” for freaking out, threatening to kick his ass and generally making a hangover headache a million times worse. But this was Gabe, and even if he'd been wrong, he felt his reaction was more than normal given the situation he'd woken to. He brought his fingers to his temples, rubbing his forehead.

“ I didn't even think I'd had that much to drink. I've never blacked out before. I remember nothing past the skanks and breaking up a fight.” he said, in a tone that was as close to whining as he'd ever get. “ F*ck. I feel like shit warmed up in a microwave. I need a Tylenol. Scratch that, I need a handful of them” he muttered, thinking longingly of the painkillers prescribed for his back, sitting untouched in his medicine cabinet at home. Now those would knock this hangover right on it's ass. Not even his ability to block out pain was enough to conquer the mariachi band banging away against his skull., and he'd be willing to do just about anything to make it go away. He was sure there was a time when he'd felt worse, but god if he could actually think of one.

The stench that was coming off of him was certainly not helping things either. It was the leading cause of the gagging he was trying to suppress. He looked at Andy again, in his fresh clean shirt. Ah screw it, they spent the night apparently nestled up in a drunk stupor, in Gabe's mind that made them pretty tight. Tight enough to ask weird favours. “ I smell worse than a camel's ass. Do you have an extra undershirt, hell, any shirt. I just need to get out of this thing. ” he said plucking at his shirt, his nose scrunched in distaste. “ Then I need the worlds biggest coffee and possibly breakfast drenched in grease.” He added, more as an aside than to Andy. If he remembered back to the few hangover he'd had over the years, the unsavory combination of friend food and coffee usually made him feel better. [/size]

[Alexander "Andy" Bones]

Andy listened to Gabe, biting his bottom lip. He was so adorable when he was almost whining. If he had Tylenol he'd gladly give Gabe some, but Andy didn't keep anything that a student might steal in his room. Better on the safe side. Even his cigarettes he only kept one pack of, and they were always on him. He would give Gabe a hug, but he really didn't think that would help him, and Andy... didn't really hug a lot of people. He would hug the shit out of Gabe though, even in that nasty shirt. "We can go to medical wing.. Get you something to feel better... I'm not feeling so hot either." Andy hoped they would be friends after this.. or at least not hat each other. He was tired of avoiding and yelling and almost beating the crap out of each other. They had their differences... and Andy thought Gabe was God's gift to him, and wished to lick the other mans skin off, but.. It wasn't worth losing a job over, and Andy felt like if they ever did decide to kill each other, it would end in both of them losing their jobs.

"And no... Don't get me wrong, I'm a complete ass and I don't normally.. Give a f*ck, but.. Drunk people do stupid things, and I don't let my friends do stupid shit, so leaving you at the bar was not a option." The teacher shrugged. He hoped calling Gabe his friend didn't get him punched. He was kind of tired of tip toeing around Gabe, Andy wasn't like that. Sure, given the chance, Andy would do terrible, terrible things to the guard, but he was straight, and Andy wasn't. Those two things could co-exist in a friendship without one of them beating the shit out of the other, right? .... Right? Andy hoped he was right. "Would you straight up punch me if I told you how f*cking glad I am I didn't wake up with one of the girls from last night? I really didn't want to get the clap for the my birthday, thank you." The teached smiled and shook his head. He didn't actually get much for his birthday.. His dad didn't call, no one at the school really knew.. But he got to cuddle Gabe, so that was enough to last him until.. forever.

Andy resisted the urge to smirk. No, see, Andy liked not having his jaw wired shut and he felt that if he let the smirk that almost always on his face show itself Gabe would throw Andy the beating he'd probably been wanting to give out since the two met. But hot damn it was sexy to imagine Gabe in one of his shirts, even if they didn't hook up the night before. Which Andy was pretty damn sure didn't happen, because one of them would have feel it. Andy turned around again, grabbing another black undershirt, his axe body spray off the top of the dresser, and a comb. He turned around and held then out them out for Gabe to take, and once he did Andy took long strides over to his closet, shared with his roommate, and opened the door. He pulled two button up shirts off their hangers, a dark charcole gray one, and a black one. He tossed the shirts on his bed. "Pick one, and I'll get the one you're wearing dry cleaned, because unless you decided to plank last night I didn't catch it, the diomind patterned foot print in your back is my shoe..." Andy felt like a complete tool for stepping on his shirt. It wasn't normal charming, smooth Andy. It was fambling, hungover Andy. He was pretty sure everyone prefared the former. "And if you want.. We can go to the cafertia or the diner in town and get you a heart attack on a plate." While Andy himself ate whatever he could find on the menu that wouldn't stop his heart. You can take the boy out of California, but you can't take the health freak out of the boy.

[gabrielmonroe]

The thought of having to make his way to the Medical wing to rummage around for Tylenol or other painkillers was a sobering one. Gabe was hardly in a state that he wanted any students to see. How was he supposed to instil fear and respect when he looked like he'd been smacked in the face with a drunk stick? No, no that wasn't a good plan. He was far better off to do what he always did when he was feeling less than one hundred percent.. Which was of course to grit his teeth and bear it. He shook his head “ No, I don't need it that badly. It can wait until I get home.”

He looked to Andy when he called him his friend. Gabe hesitated, he wasn't sure if that's what they were. Friends. Gabe honestly hadn't had many friends in his adult life, not really outside of the men he served with. It was a strange concept for him. And then again there was the fact that Andy was gay. He wasn't the kind of man who was against gay people per say. He wasn't one of those backwards thinking hill billys who beat the crap out of someone simply because they were gay, and he was a man after all, lesbians were a-ok with him. But he also wasn't entirely comfortable with it either.

He, like much of the military, took the whole 'Don't ask, don't tell' policy. You did what you wanted in your free time, just don't tell gabe what it is. Alas, Andy had already told him, despite Gabe not asking. That being said, when they weren't on the verge of beating the crap out of each other, he didn't so much mind the other man's company. And from what he remembered the of the night before, it had been fun. Maybe there was room in his life for a friend, even if that friend was outwardly gay.... of course he reserved the right to change his mind, if Andy so much as looked at him in the wrong way, Gabe would probably punch him in the face. But he had a feeling that Andy probably understood that. As long as he didn't push him, or flaunt the fact that he liked guys in Gabe's face too much, it could probably work. It would probably be a nice change not to be constantly almost at blows with the man.

“ Well, thanks again. I doubt I would have made it home in that state anyways, god only knows where I would have turned up.” He let out a laugh at the clap comment and nodded his head. “ I never thought I'd be saying this, but my god, so am I. I was worried I was going to gonorrhea just from sitting at the same table as them. Dear god, why did I think that was a good idea? How did I manage to find the two dirtiest girls there?” he said with a bit of a chuckle.

He took the items Andy offered him, waiting until the other man went to the closet before he took off the dirty shirt and pulled the black wife beater on over his head. He popped the lid of the body spray and gave it a sniff, scrunching his nose. Gabe wasn't a body spray wearing kind of man. His signature scent was soap and old spice. But this was better than nothing. He gave himself a quick spray, coughing a little, and hoping it wouldn't stay that strong smelling. “ Thanks for the offer, but I think I can throw it it in the wash just fine.” he said to Andy's offer to dry clean his shirt. Dry Clean? Gabe didn't take his clothes to be dry cleaned, a simple washing machine worked for him. He grabbed the charcoal shirt off the bed with a nod of appreciation and headed into the bathroom.

He quickly splashed cold water on his face, and wet his hair, running the comb through it. Listening as Andy spoke in the room. He glanced the in mirror, well that was a little better. He still needed a shower more than anything else, but he was presentable at least. He walked out of the bathroom, buttoning up the shirt. “ I could hit the diner. Better that than have to deal with any students wandering around.” he said with a nod.[/size]

[Alexander "Andy" Bones]

Andy chuckled softly. "I think it was my fault. It was my idea to hook up with some random girl... For future reference, I think we're attractive enough that we can fine girls that aren't so.. uh... Sluts. That aren't sluts." Andy had been trying to think of something a little more.. proper but the only thing that came to his hungover mind was slut, and it fit. Though Andy wondered if he was the pot, or the kettle. He wasn't a slut.. Because unlike the girls from last night Andy had never randomly flashed someone at a bar then turned to the friend he'd been with and had a good old laugh about it... But Andy had been around the block once or twice.. Or eleven. And while he was had a key to one girl on the blocks apartment, he was sneaking into someone else apartment down the street. No, see.. Andy Bones was a lot of things. Teacher, son, ex to many and friend to few, and also a cheater. It wasn't something the man was proud of, it'd just always been who he was. Really, Nickie was the first person Andy hadn't cheated on in a long time.. Yet.

Andy shook his head with a smile on his face when the guard sprayed the axe while he pulls an unpleasant face and began couching. What, he was too good for Andy's axe? Fine, he didn't have to wear it, he could smell "worst than a camel's ass" if he wanted, it wouldn't bother Andy. Andy picked up the other shirt when Gabe grabbed the charcoal and walked into the bathroom. He pulled his arms through the sleeves and rolled them up to about midway up his forearm, then began buttoning it up, thinking about how not only did Gabe seem too good for Andy's body pray, but too good for dry cleaning too. Whatever. Andy didn't wash his own work shirts for a reason, they would all end a dingy gray color and he'd be forced to wear them, because well... It's not like he could just go buy new shirts every time he ruined one. So dry cleaning it was.

Had Gabe literally been anyone else, Andy would have smirked and made some comment about how Gabe was indeed wearing his shirt and how it looked ten times sexier on him than any of his own shirts could look on him, but.. Andy resisted the urge and looked away. He grabbed the comb from Gabe and pulled it through her hair a few times, doing the best he could to style it, and yes Andy's hair did in fact have a style, without looking at a mirror. When he was done he tossed it back on his dresser and looked at Gabe. "Well.. Let's go then. We can take my car, since.. yours is by the bar."

[gabrielmonroe]

Gabe’s eyebrow raised a little at the odd look he got from Andy, it was as though the other man was holding back a smirk.  God, Gabe hated those damn smirks of his.  They made him incredibly uncomfortable, knowing whatever little runaway thought that had caused it in Andy’s head was likely to make him want to punch the smirk right off his face.  Gabe reasoned that he should be thankful that the other man had at least noticed that Gabe was less than fond of it, not that he’d been subtle about it at all.  Whether it was a case of self preservation, or Andy making an effort not to make him uncomfortable, Gabe appreciated it.
 
“ We could always walk there, it’s not too far.” Gabe suggested.  He normally preferred walking as opposed to driving, if he could make it somewhere on his own two feet, preferably at a run, he would do it.  It was a habit he’d had since childhood, wanting to be entirely self reliant in any way possible.  And if he didn’t squawk at having to trudge a couple of miles, it meant he would never be worried if he wasn’t able to get his parents to take him somewhere.   That had just gotten more pronounced as he grew up.  By the time he entered basic training when he was 18 years old, he’d been able to breeze through the daily marches they were set.  It was all a part of the stubborn man he’d turned into.  That being said, he regretted the words as soon as they were out of his mouth.  Today was not a day he felt like actually walking anywhere.  In fact if he’d been given a way he could just instantly transport himself to the diner without taking a step, he would.  He quickly shook his head. “ Nevermind, your car is good.” he said, he would make it up later, jogging over to the bar where his car had been abandoned after he ate.  He was hungover as hell, it didn’t count as weakness.
 
He checked his pockets, and miraculously, his wallet hadn’t fallen out during the night.  He gave Andy a brisk nod.  “ Alright, let’s go” he said, leaving the room.  As he stepped out into the hall, he glanced around quickly, hoping no one saw him emerge from Andy’s room.[/size]