what's stopping you?

the cleanup

𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊

𐐪𐑂 ♡

the atmosphere is generally very calm, quiet.

it's fairly obvious that everyone is more than tired from the night before, and the gross majority of the room are hungover too. it seems as though everyone is just about ready to go home, have a shower, and go straight back to bed.

besides this, they're still all at jack's, chatting lightly and laughing when appropriate, helping to clean up so that they wouldn't leave a mess for the birthday boy to have to clean on his birthday weekend.

"oh, niki," jack says, looking over at the girl who's currently drying up the glasses that he's washing, "tubs is sleeping over tonight too cause he can't get back to his mums. is that alright?"

"of course it is," she smiles, sliding the glass back into its cabinet. "i feel like i've hardly spoken to him since leaving so it'll be great to catch up."

"cool," jack nods, the movement hurting his head just a little. "are you still up to cooking a sunday roast with me?" he wonders, overly aware of how hungry he is.

"yeah, i'm actually quite excited to cook with you," she smiles.

in the next room over, george is on his knees, trying his hardest to rub a drinks mark out of the carpet. there's a few voices around him but he's mainly ignoring them, too focused on the ringing in his own head. the stain is more gone than not, but he doesn't want to stop till it's spotless- though maybe that's just cause he's enjoying the repetitive scrubbing motion.

"where's the floor spray?" punz's perks up. he had also been designated the job of stain remover.

"on the couch," george answers absentmindedly, knowing he'd thrown it up there a few minutes beforehand. his voice comes out rough and croaky and he leans over to take a sip of the water that niki had brought him.

"ew, couch," tommy repeats in a dramatic accent. "why are you an american now? that's gross."

"i'm rubbing off on you," sapnap says from the opposite side of the coffee table, an almost proud smile on his features.

george scoffs at the unintentional double entendre. "in your dreams."

sapnap's smile quickly becomes a smirk as he catches on to his own words, and he shrugs in agreement, "it's funny you should say that actually."

tommy gags then, cutting up their conversation. "shut up creepnap, no one wants to know about your perverted dreams," he insults lightheartedly, lacking any real malice, to which sapnap just laughs.

wilbur is sat a few meters away from the rest of them, amusedly shaking his head as he listens to their conversation. he's been tasked with rolling up the sleeping bags, which is arguably the hardest job but, apparently, he has to do it because his height makes it easier - he doesn't see how, but since he's not hungover he decided he'd take one for the team.