"Oh, gawd," a muffled voice
moaned pitifully. Sitting on the couch in the living room, flipping through various
television stations for any shows with promise, Jim cocked his head toward his
roommates room when he heard the muttered curse.
someone bring me a gun."
television set off with a grin, Jim stood up. Moving into the kitchen, he filled
a glass full of water and went to stand outside of Blairs door.
French doors did little to silence the sounds that drifted out of the room. Rapping
on the door with his knuckles, the Sentinel slowly swung the door open. "Hey,
Chief. You ready to join the land of the living again?"
further into the darkened room, Jim looked for any hint of his partner. The younger
man was totally hidden under a mound of blankets.
man, I feel horrible. What happened?" Blair moaned as he pulled a pillow
over his head.
"What do you remember?"
pillow shifted slightly and a bleary blue eye tried to focus on him. "A party?"
smiled wickedly at his friend. "And?"
blue eye appeared from behind the pillow.
those all together and what do you get, Chief?"
add one more thing to the equation. Megans ABBA CD."
Blair pulled the pillow over his head again.
right there, man," he begged the Sentinel.
again, Jim reached over and pulled the pillow off the younger mans head.
"Here, Blair. Drink this," he said as he offered the hungover man the
glass of water. "You need to re-hydrate yourself."
the glass from the older man, Blair downed the water quickly. Handing the empty
glass back to Jim, the younger man tried to extradite himself from his mountain
With another chuckle, Jim moved
to help his friend out off the bed. "Theres some Tylenol in the medicine
the disheveled younger man said as he moved toward the bathroom.
Blair stopped his trek to
the bathroom for a moment. "Dont be too surprised when the guys start
calling you, the Dancing Queen tomorrow."
younger mans shoulders slumped as a small whimper escaped from his lips.
always told you that you know all the moves, baby."