Apr 5, 2024 13:28:20 GMT
It had been a late night for Dei, and he really wasn't in the mood for such a rude wake up call. He'd turned off his alarms, he'd silenced his phone - anything to stop Shiloh and company from text bombing him to get the fuck out of bed - and he was ready to sleep away as much of the day as he could until he was hungry enough to roll out of bed. Which, given how his appetite fluctuated between ravenous and barely there, could be any time between midday and midnight. He was pretty sure someone would come looking for him before then, he never had peace for very long and they seemed to like to check he was still breathing and the drugs, cigarettes and alcohol hadn't killed him yet. He had to admit, he missed waking up in another bed, one that wasn't here and also contained a certain someone, but he didn't like crawling into Rhett's bed absolutely trashed.
Last night had been interesting, having gone to their usual spot and found a new bouncer at the door, they'd almost been turned away for being too 'rowdy'. Shiloh had thrown an absolute fit and threatened to have the guy fired until finally, one of their usual's had appeared and managed to get them inside before Shi completely lost her shit. Nobody wanted a full Shiloh meltdown - they were impressive and often resulted in someone getting hurt, or in trouble, or fired: never her either.
The knock on the door was far too loud and he let out a grunt of annoyance, and then when the knock came again, the anger was immediate. "Fuck off." Was his reply - muffled from coming through the pillow his face was buried in. If that was Theia or Alisha coming to irritate him, he was going to chuck them out the window. The opened of the handle forced him to open a dreary eyelid, and he frowned toward the direction of the blurry figure, not 100% certain he wasn't still drunk. "The fuck are you?"
