Levi was awoken by a light brighter and more annoying than he had ever had the displeasure of experiencing. He immediately turned over and pulled his covers over his head, only to find he didn't seem to have any. When he clutched around by his legs to get them and still didn't find them, he confirmed that suspicion.
When he tried to open his eyes, he immediately shut them, finding the effort of keeping them open exhausting and spending too much effort on something that probably wasn't even going to be pleasant. In fact, his whole body felt groggy; it was hard to lift up his arms and legs and took considerable motivation to do so, to even get to sitting up on the couch with his legs swung over the side.
When he tried to think, his mind immediately shut down all trains of thought, but he pushed through that thick haze to be able to, even if the process was slow and ten times more tiring than getting up. By now he just wanted to fall back down and sleep off whatever the hell this was, but he wouldn't allow himself to do that until he knew why he was on the couch and not in his bed. Although, the answer came pretty quickly when he opened his eyes--even if by a single millimeter--and saw someone sleeping in his bed. Well, not really the whole answer, but at least he knew some semblance of the reason he was on the couch. He righted himself, but immediately fell back down, so he hunched over and shuffled to the bed, going to see who it was--but their acknowledging was to him. Dammit, he th8ught, and shuffled over to the other side of the bed, and almost stumbled to the floor when he saw who it was. Liam was right there in front of him, /in his bed/, and Levi had no recollection whatsoever of what had happened last night. The dude was even shirtless!
He scrambled to his bathroom, and finally it dawned on him that, wow, this was a hangover. And also, he wondered why Liam wasn't up; it seemed he woke up at three am on normal work days. What happened? Why wasn't he up? Didn't he have round the clock jobs? How did he sleep here? Why did he sleep here?
The questions piling up were beginning to make his headbhurt, so he stopped asking them. Instead he got a plastic cup and filled it with water and dropped a white tablet in it, watching as it fizzled and made the water turn into a murky, translucent white, and he tipped the cup back once it reached his lips, swallowing the foul liquid and making a sour face as it passed through his throat. It would chide the hangover to be a bit more calm in a few moments.
He jumped as his phone rung, and he heard groaning from his room as covers slid over each other and someone picked up the receiver--Liam, he reasoned, as he walked back into the room, standing against the wall as Liam blinked groggily and listened to the person talking on the other end of the receiver.
Liam's usually smooth hair was distributed all over his head like a clay molding done by a kindergartener, some of it sticking straight up from where he'd lain on the pillow, and some of it was twisted into a mishap spiral from where he'd probably twisted a pillow off of his head. It was an odd thought, that Liam was rolling around in his bed with his pillows and on his mattress.
"Yeah, okay," Liam said, his voice much deeper than usual, being pulled into the lower octaves from unuse during his sleep. Levi had to admit that anyone would find it attractive after hearing his original voice.
He jumped slightly when Liam let the phone fall off of the receiver, letting him pick it up. He felt like he'd throw up if he bent over. "What was that about?" Levi asked, going over and sitting on the foot of the bed, one of his legs hanging off and his foot supporting him via the box spring underneath the mattress. Liam turned onto his back and sat up, letting Levi see a full view of his bed head. He held back a laugh at it, because the thought of it made him light headed. "You've uh," Liam began, bringing his hand up to tug on the hair on the side of his head, probably a nervous tick--what was he nervous about? Why was he nervous about? "You've got a meeting," he said, quietly, so quietly it came out a mutter and Levi told him this and Liam told him the sentence louder. Levi groaned. "I'm sure I would've told you to cancel all of my plans," he muttered, thinking quietly--well, maybe not so quietly, because he was saying it aloud. "Not that stupid," he added, looking back up at Liam. He was beet red--embarrassed.
"Uh, yeah, you... did," he said.
"What?"
"You did tell me to cancel your plans, Mr. Lowry," Liam said.
Levi looked at him incredously. "It's Levi, Reifers," he said.
"It's Liam, Mr. Lowry," Liam replied smartly, but immediately cursed himself for it because he shouldn't be smarting Levi right now because he was most likely angry--as his face was showing right now, what with how red he was turning.
"So, right, you're telling me that I told you to cancel my plans and you didn't even though you knew I'd be drunk today?" He asked, his voice raising and Liam rolled his lips over his teeth. "Yes, I am."
Well, at least he was telling the truth. He sighed deeply, though he immedaitely regetted it--it made his head pound harder and that was about the worst thing he'd ever experienced. Ever. He brought a hand up to his face, dragging it down his face. "Okay. Alright. I'll be a minute. I gotta get.. Gotta get ready. Fuck, I don't... Ah, you've got clothes, right?" He asked, his mind going back to what the fuck happened last night?, but he flushed at the idea and got up to go to his closet. When he came back up, Liam was already ready, his previously messy hair smoothed and styled and his suit, although wrinkled in some places.
"Are you ready?"
''Yeah.''
