Jail Cell Mee

[memezillamods]

The Jail Cell Meme

 
"What are you in for?"

Maybe you've only been arrested, or you've been convicted. 
Holding cell, prison cell, your choice.
There's now bars between you and the outside world.
Hope you like your cell mate.
And your guards.

Comments

[stoogesofsanfran]

I might be up fer that.

[He tilts his shades down now that she's close enough he doesn't need them to see. His eyes, apparently, are a very dark gray-not quite black, but close enough at a glance. And he shows absolutely no shame at all in moving toward her lap.]



I'm thinkin' it's time for me to call it a night...

[Before he sees things no big brother should ever have to see, honorary or otherwise.]

[of_the_rat_variety]

[She would have lost interest if he did show shame. Only time it's fun to deal with that is if she already has some sort of vested interest.

She puts an arm around him as she laughs at Ratso,] If you want, but we're not going to be any quieter for you.

[stoogesofsanfran]

'Least I won't have to see it.

[He picks up Finn, who is already out cold, and slings him rather unceremoniously over one shoulder.]

Uhh...you got spare bedrooms?



Pretty sure there's one bedroom gonna be spare fer a while.

[Because he's already slipping one hand under Hannah's shirt. Why bother moving when the couch is right here, right?]

[of_the_rat_variety]

Nope. [It's her bedroom. She's not sharing. Instead she'd dragging Chow away into her room. Bed>couch. The other two can use that.]

[stoogesofsanfran]

[Oh. Well, that works too. At least it means they won't have to worry about walking in on anything in the morning...]



[Though it does mean Hannah gets to bear witness to Chow's hangover herself. He's wincing even with his eyes shut as he feels around on the bedside table for his shades and puts them on.]

Augh, damn...ain't had a hangover like this in years.

[of_the_rat_variety]

[Chow gets to see her own in all her naked glory.] Less talky, more water.

[stoogesofsanfran]

Fridge or ya got somethin' closer?

[It takes him a few seconds to get to his feet, since every time he tries to move, his head pounds. But hey, at least it gives her a nice view of his athletic physique?]

[of_the_rat_variety]

On second thought...

[She's pulling him back into bed for a quickie, headache be damned.]

[stoogesofsanfran]

[There's very few things Chow won't complain about doing when he has a hangover. This is one of them. Some things are worth making the headache a bit worse.]

[of_the_rat_variety]

[Once she's done she rolls of of him. Yeah, she was on top, he can deal.] Okay, now water.

[She starts trying to find her clothes. Failing that, she gets more of the exact same outfit out of the closet while holding her head.

Somehow her hairstyle managed to make it through the night.]

[stoogesofsanfran]

[That's alright, his pride isn't the sort that demands he always be in control. He'd have a problem if it was.

He's only going to bother with his boxers at the moment, as the rest is entirely too much effort before coffee at the best of times. While also nursing a hangover? No thanks.]

Be back soon's I can manage. Got any Aspirin while I'm at it?

[of_the_rat_variety]

I have more booze.

[Helpful.

She's going to go into the kitchen, down as much water as she can, and start to make breakfast.]

[stoogesofsanfran]

How about coffee?

[But water is a good start. It'll help with the hangover, if not the fact that he hasn't had caffeine in way too many hours.]

[of_the_rat_variety]

[She points to a coffee maker, with all the requisite bits right next to it.]

Make sure Finn's not dead after you get it started.

[stoogesofsanfran]

He's fine. He always ends up drinkin' more than he can handle.



Mrrph.

[He also seems to be trying to bury his face in the couch.]



[Of course, Ratso looks perfectly fine...and entirely too awake for first thing in the morning.]

He might need a garbage can, though.

[of_the_rat_variety]

[Hannah finds that the counter top feels great on her head. It's at that point she points to Ratso.] You. Cook? Better not taste like crap.

[stoogesofsanfran]

Sure thing. Usually ends up my job, anyway.

[of_the_rat_variety]

[Good, she's taking a shot of whiskey and going to roll over the back of the couch onto it and put a pillow over her head.]

[stoogesofsanfran]

[Chow, meanwhile, is just going to slump on the counter while he listens to the coffee brew. The smell may be the only thing keeping him conscious.]



Guess I should go for somethin' easy on the stomach...

[of_the_rat_variety]

[There's a damn good reason it's called 'The Deadman's Surprise'. The surprise being that you're not dead in the morning.]

Good idea.

[stoogesofsanfran]

And this is why I don't drink nothin' that strong, even when I ain't playin' babysitter.



[Chow doesn't have the energy left to speak. Instead he's just going to raise a hand to silently flip Ratso off.]

[of_the_rat_variety]

Remind me to spike your drink.

[stoogesofsanfran]

And then who's gonna cook breakfast, if I'm hungover too?

[As he says that, the smell of scrambled eggs starts wafting from his frying pan.]

[of_the_rat_variety]

Normally my job anyway. [Seeing him drunk sounds amusing though.]

[stoogesofsanfran]

And you don't seem in no condition to do it.