THSC Incorrect Ficlets

Bet on It

He woke up that day with a dull pressure against his skull and his stomach feeling turned upside down.

Trying to will those sick feelings away didn't yield much success, so for a moment he just kept laying there in what he assumed was a bed.

The movement of the bedsheets beside him and soft rustling noises pulled him out of it in the end.

Lazy and heavy his eyes opened, being blinded by the light that was turned on in the room immediately. He gave an unapproving hiss to the culprit and his cruel attacks and let his wounded body fall back onto the mattress beneath him again.

"Auch! You wounded me!", Randy whined, crossing his arms over his eyes to block out the harsh light.

"Good, you deserve every bit of it."

Beside him the bed was sinking in when Terrence sat down on the bed again, crossing his arms as he looked at his hungover boyfriend.

When Randy piqued his eyes open again, he looked in an annoyed and saddened face.

"You sound like you didn't have fun last night. That sounded very different when we got back from the club.", He gingerly asked, and only got a huff from his partner. Furious eyes gleamed at him in the brightness of the morning.

"You really overdid it this time."

"Did not."

"Did too. Look, let me show you a picture that really upset me."

Terrence sat up for a moment and took a camera that was laying on the nightstand on the other bedside.

Leaning back against the headboard, he clicked through the photo gallery on it.

Randy smiled innocently back up at him and if it wasn't for the memories still fresh in his mind, he might have dropped his anger immediately at the sight. He needed to focus right now.

"Okay, but in my defense: Reginald bet me 50 Cents that I couldn't drink all that Shampoo."

"That's not what I- "The picture he was looking for finally came up at that moment, but that didn't really matter anymore.

The camera landed on the blanket folded over his legs when Terrence jumped in surprise.
"You drank Shampoo?!"