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[speakscanadian]

 
No matter how much Ray wanted it to, the pillow he held over his face didn't put him out of his misery. It was still damp from his drool, a sticky reminder of the state he was in when he'd finally climbed into bed the night before. Ray wasn't a big drinker and he hadn't set out to get drunk but when he had seen Del, he'd had one, then another, to steel himself before approaching. Somewhere along the line though, two had become seven and the rest was history.

As if his pounding head wasn't bad enough, Ray had to suffer with the clearest memory of his behavior at the party. Wasn't getting drunk off his ass supposed to come with the promise of blissful ignorance the next morning?

"Kill me now," he groaned, squashing the pillow against his face one last time before chucking it out of the bed in frustration. No amount of pain relief was going to let him open his eyes without weeping in agony.

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[asher_talos]

"See, this? This is the opposite of being productive," Asher said, waving a hand in Ray's general direction.

[speakscanadian]

Ray really didn't want to go and speak to Delirium, even more than he didn't want to haul himself out of bed.

"I'll do anything if you go and apologise to her for me," he bargained, face smushed against the mattress.

[asher_talos]

"I didn't get drunk and insult her, so you'll apologize to her for yourself. And hopefully before I run into her."

It wasn't up for debate or compromise, and he knew the longer he stayed, the longer the back and forth continued. He had more important things to do than babysit a thirty-nine year-old man.

"I'm leaving. Do what you need to do," Asher said, heading to the door. "And do it right."

[speakscanadian]

"Come with me," Ray compromised weakly, Asher already at the door. At least he hadn't called him a pathetic thirty-nine year old man, even though that was exactly how Ray felt.

"I need a witness." Otherwise known as a back-up slash bodyguard.

[asher_talos]

Hand on the doorknob, Asher paused against his better judgment. He pinched the bridge of his nose, warding off the headache he felt threatening to set up shop. "You're still no closer to having your pants on now than you were when I asked."

[speakscanadian]

"Yes, I am, yes, I am." Ray rolled out immediately, grabbing hold of his bedside unit to keep his balance as he reached for a discarded pair of pants that looked suspiciously similar to yesterdays.

Vegas was currently ensconced on Ray's old shirt, so both Asher and the wider world were treated to a clean one of those. All the while, Ray had a hand lifted to his brow as if moving too fast might actually result in his head falling off.

He didn't make a habit of leaving the hut unshaven but he'd be damned if he dedicated anymore time in his day to Delirium.

"Coming?" he asked, not unlike someone who had been the one waiting, rather than the waitee.

[asher_talos]

"Why the fuck do you insist on doing things the hardest way possible?" Asher snapped, beyond aggravated.

"You're ridiculous, I hope you know that," he continued, storming out the door ahead of him. He'd said he'd go with him, not that he'd make his company enjoyable for Ray.