"Just help me put him on the bed!" Tane groaned as he heaved Psymon onto the hotel bed. Mac stood on the opposite side of the unconscious man before dropping him onto the mattress.
"Damn dude.." Mac shifted his shoulder with a frown. "I will never complain about dragging Sorian's drunk ass around ever again.." The American watched as Tane situated the pillows under Psymon's head so he was at least comfortable.
"Thanks dude..I appreciate it." Tane sighed as he sat on the bed next to Psymon who snored gently in his drunken slumber. Mac nodded a return to the thanks as Tane began to unlace Psymon's boots.
"No worries...have fun playing wife." He chuckled before slipping his hands into the pockets on his loose hoodie. Tane rolled his eyes before tossing aside Psymon's boot.
"Not cool bro..." The surfer froze as he thought. "Whoa! Dude!" Tane grinned as he began to unlace Psymon's other boot. "I have an idea. Wanna help me prank Psymon?" He snickered as Mac's face went slack for a moment.
"Yo dude, I ain't doin'–"
"Nothing like that!" Tane rolled his eyes. "Trust me!" He tossed aside Psymon's other shoe before jumping to his feet. "Call Eve. I need her and Freya. We gotta go shopping. Now." Tane climbed back onto the bed, pushing Psymon onto his side and checking the tag in the back of his shirt. Psymon simply grunted and moved heavily with Tane. "Think you can pick me up some champagne and roses?" Tane looked over at Mac who wrinkled his brow.
"Okay. Now I'm curious..." Mac pulled out his phone and quickly sent Eve a text.
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Psymon let out a low groan as he shifted beneath the sheets. He could feel the sun against his face and rolled to his side, burying his face into a pillow. Tane moved in the spot beside him, placing a kiss against his shoulder.
"...close the blinds..." Psymon grumbled. Tane kissed at him once more before getting to his feet with a stretch of his arms. The sunlight faded and Psymon relaxed.
"I'm gunna jump in the shower babe." Tane slapped at Psymon's ass. "Don't sleep too long. We got a busy day today~" The Fijian sung before walking off into the bathroom. Psymon rubbed at his face before opening his eyes.
"I thought it was our day...off...." He squinted as he noticed the disheveled bed was covered with a few scattered rose petals. "..the fuck..." He picked up a petal before flicking it aside. The Canadian sat up, pulling a few more petals off his nude body. "Tane..?" Psymon blinked a few more times before sitting up.
"There's Aleve in my bag, sweetie." Tane called from within the bathroom before starting the shower. Psymon kicked his legs over the side of the bed. His head was throbbing and he was trying to remember the previous night. He remembered going out and drinking then nothing. Obviously he had gotten laid which was fine but wasn't a fan of the not remembering it bit. Psymon rubbed at his face before reaching out blindly for his pants. He found them and got to his feet, pulling them on in a swift pull. He paused. These weren't his. Psymon glanced down; they were black tuxedo pants with a dark gray stripe down the sides. He jolted as he noticed a shine of silver across his left ring finger. Psymon stumbled back against the nightstand, knocking over the lamp as well as a few empty bottles of champagne. He twisted around, jumping away from the table. The pants slumped off his hips as he fell back against the bed, sitting up on the edge.
"Shit." He stared at the ring on his finger before looking around the room once more. The rest of what he assumed was his tuxedo was scattered around along with another set; Tane's. "Shitshitshitshitshitshit." Psymon ran his hands over his face before gripping at his hair. There was another half empty bottle of champagne still chilled on Tane's nightstand. Psymon moved swiftly over the bed before grabbing the bottle and taking a swig. He stood for a moment, trying to collect his thoughts. "Fuck." Psymon took another drink of the flat champagne. "Fuckfuckfuckfuck." He looked at the ring one more time. "Oh fuck.." He took another long swig of the champagne.
