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[#217] A Rainy Summernight (Dayshift At Freddy's)
Theme Prompt: #217 - Recovery
Title: A Rainy Summernight
Fandom: Dayshift At Freddy's
Rating/Warnings: T | alcohol abuse | some explicit / suggestive language |
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1000
Summary: A night out in Vegas ends with Dave catching a cold
Spending several hours in the pouring rain wasn’t the wisest decision they had made during their stay in Vegas. However too much alcohol, the warm summer night and the feeling of freedom and time being endless wiped away any common sense from their minds.
The night had been still young, the bottles still full and the bench they had occupied in the park was suddenly the coziest place on Earth.
Jack sat halfway on the bank, with each passing second being dangerously close to slip from the bank onto the muddy ground. Dave’s head was resting on his lap and he tried to keep his gaze fixed upon Jack’s face, smiling at him the wide smile of a drunken man.
Whatever sweet or filthy thought had crossed his mind, he wasn’t able to properly speak it out. Not that it mattered much to Jack who wouldn’t have grasp the meaning of what Dave was trying to tell him. In the slurred manner of a drunken man Dave was babbling something about rain, an empty bottle, being tired and horny.
It was when Dave’s snoring was the most prominent sound Jack heard that it dawned on him how late or rather how early it was. It was a miracle that he managed to wake Dave up, who seemed to be in some different universe my now.
“We should go back to the hotel”, Jack uttered sluggish, swallowing parts of the words.
“The hoe?” Dave asked with wide eyes. “But … you’re …”
Jack interrupted him, speaking louder and deliberately slow “H-O-T-E-L”, afterwards giving Dave’s ass a hard smack. “Wait until you’re sober” he spoke to himself with a low tone, making sure Dave wouldn’t hear him.
Yet, despite his mind being clouded by alcohol, the part of his brain responsible for being horny seemed unaffected.
“You’re filthy animal. I’m gonna give it to ya hard”, Dave laughed and leaned against Jack, who had trouble standing on his own without supporting his drunk friend.
“I guarantee the only thing you will do is fall on the bed hard”, Jack chuckled, trying to stop swaying and remember the way back to the hotel.
It was a miracle they arrived soaking wet at the hotel in the early morning hours. The owners were used to people partying hard in Vegas so the receptionist just threw a quick glance at them.
As predicted Dave was just able to made his way to the bed before plopping down on it, still in his wet clothes and much to Jack’s dismay right into the middle of it so he ended up in a rather uncomfortable sleeping position, after he had successfully managed to get rid of his clothes, which were scattered on the floor, and wrap himself in one of the hotel bathrobes.
On one of the trips to the bathroom Jack noticed that Dave had stripped out of his clothes, as they laid piled up in the bathroom. When Jack returned he saw that Dave was tightly wrapped in the blanket, which was up to his nose. Maybe it was the light, maybe it was his still diminished senses and the throbbing headache he had but Jack could have sworn that Dave was paler than yesterday.
Jack didn’t heard the sneeze but he heard Dave cursing next to him and in the next second his blanket was pulled from him. “The fuck you’re doing?” Jack asked through gritted teeth and tried to get his blanket back. “You’ve got your own”.
“Gimme the damn blanket, I’m freezing to death” Dave remarked and grabbed the second blanket.
“Serves you right.” Jack remarked and then took a closer look at Dave who looked miserable. “Come closer” he said and pulled Dave towards him, along with his blanket. He held him as good as possible. “Now go back to sleep, troublemaker”.
But sleep didn’t lasted long, at least for Jack who crawled out of the bed, careful not to wake Dave up. After Jack came out of the bedroom, hung over but hungry, he dialed the room service and ordered breakfast for two. He took some pills, hoping his headache would soon disappear and sat down on the bed. It wasn’t easy to wake Dave up but after several attempts Jack had been successful.
“You look horrible”
“I feel like I got run over by a 16-wheeler”, Dave uttered, running is hands through his hair.
“Bet my ass you’ve caught a cold. Man, take a look at yourself.”
They began to argue and Jack tried his best to convince Dave that the best place was the bed, along with rest and not the bed and continuing where they had stopped in the morning, let alone any exhausting activities.
They were interrupted by a knock, indicating that breakfast had arrived. They ate mostly in silence, interrupted by Dave snuffling his nose and complaining how the hotel food tastes bland as fuck.
Jack informed his friend that this wasn’t the case but Dave snapped, telling him to shut up cause his head was about to explode.
“You need rest, babe”, Jack pulled Dave from the chair, attempting to drag him towards the bed but all he earned was a slap on his hand with the reminder that he was a grown up man.
“Then act like one” Jack smirked as he added “I might treat you like one later, if you’re in the condition for it”, as he gently pushed Dave onto the bed. “Now get some rest while I fetch some items from the drugstore.”
Jack cursed himself several times during the day cause Dave acted as if he was dying.
“Just rest. It’ll be okay.”, Jack told him for probably the hundreds time at one point when they were listen to the evening news.
“Fuck resting. I came to Vegas to have fun.”
The answer to this statement was Jack pulling Dave closer and promising him that if he would rest they could be sooner out than Dave as suspecting.
Title: A Rainy Summernight
Fandom: Dayshift At Freddy's
Rating/Warnings: T | alcohol abuse | some explicit / suggestive language |
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1000
Summary: A night out in Vegas ends with Dave catching a cold
Spending several hours in the pouring rain wasn’t the wisest decision they had made during their stay in Vegas. However too much alcohol, the warm summer night and the feeling of freedom and time being endless wiped away any common sense from their minds.
The night had been still young, the bottles still full and the bench they had occupied in the park was suddenly the coziest place on Earth.
Jack sat halfway on the bank, with each passing second being dangerously close to slip from the bank onto the muddy ground. Dave’s head was resting on his lap and he tried to keep his gaze fixed upon Jack’s face, smiling at him the wide smile of a drunken man.
Whatever sweet or filthy thought had crossed his mind, he wasn’t able to properly speak it out. Not that it mattered much to Jack who wouldn’t have grasp the meaning of what Dave was trying to tell him. In the slurred manner of a drunken man Dave was babbling something about rain, an empty bottle, being tired and horny.
It was when Dave’s snoring was the most prominent sound Jack heard that it dawned on him how late or rather how early it was. It was a miracle that he managed to wake Dave up, who seemed to be in some different universe my now.
“We should go back to the hotel”, Jack uttered sluggish, swallowing parts of the words.
“The hoe?” Dave asked with wide eyes. “But … you’re …”
Jack interrupted him, speaking louder and deliberately slow “H-O-T-E-L”, afterwards giving Dave’s ass a hard smack. “Wait until you’re sober” he spoke to himself with a low tone, making sure Dave wouldn’t hear him.
Yet, despite his mind being clouded by alcohol, the part of his brain responsible for being horny seemed unaffected.
“You’re filthy animal. I’m gonna give it to ya hard”, Dave laughed and leaned against Jack, who had trouble standing on his own without supporting his drunk friend.
“I guarantee the only thing you will do is fall on the bed hard”, Jack chuckled, trying to stop swaying and remember the way back to the hotel.
It was a miracle they arrived soaking wet at the hotel in the early morning hours. The owners were used to people partying hard in Vegas so the receptionist just threw a quick glance at them.
As predicted Dave was just able to made his way to the bed before plopping down on it, still in his wet clothes and much to Jack’s dismay right into the middle of it so he ended up in a rather uncomfortable sleeping position, after he had successfully managed to get rid of his clothes, which were scattered on the floor, and wrap himself in one of the hotel bathrobes.
On one of the trips to the bathroom Jack noticed that Dave had stripped out of his clothes, as they laid piled up in the bathroom. When Jack returned he saw that Dave was tightly wrapped in the blanket, which was up to his nose. Maybe it was the light, maybe it was his still diminished senses and the throbbing headache he had but Jack could have sworn that Dave was paler than yesterday.
Jack didn’t heard the sneeze but he heard Dave cursing next to him and in the next second his blanket was pulled from him. “The fuck you’re doing?” Jack asked through gritted teeth and tried to get his blanket back. “You’ve got your own”.
“Gimme the damn blanket, I’m freezing to death” Dave remarked and grabbed the second blanket.
“Serves you right.” Jack remarked and then took a closer look at Dave who looked miserable. “Come closer” he said and pulled Dave towards him, along with his blanket. He held him as good as possible. “Now go back to sleep, troublemaker”.
But sleep didn’t lasted long, at least for Jack who crawled out of the bed, careful not to wake Dave up. After Jack came out of the bedroom, hung over but hungry, he dialed the room service and ordered breakfast for two. He took some pills, hoping his headache would soon disappear and sat down on the bed. It wasn’t easy to wake Dave up but after several attempts Jack had been successful.
“You look horrible”
“I feel like I got run over by a 16-wheeler”, Dave uttered, running is hands through his hair.
“Bet my ass you’ve caught a cold. Man, take a look at yourself.”
They began to argue and Jack tried his best to convince Dave that the best place was the bed, along with rest and not the bed and continuing where they had stopped in the morning, let alone any exhausting activities.
They were interrupted by a knock, indicating that breakfast had arrived. They ate mostly in silence, interrupted by Dave snuffling his nose and complaining how the hotel food tastes bland as fuck.
Jack informed his friend that this wasn’t the case but Dave snapped, telling him to shut up cause his head was about to explode.
“You need rest, babe”, Jack pulled Dave from the chair, attempting to drag him towards the bed but all he earned was a slap on his hand with the reminder that he was a grown up man.
“Then act like one” Jack smirked as he added “I might treat you like one later, if you’re in the condition for it”, as he gently pushed Dave onto the bed. “Now get some rest while I fetch some items from the drugstore.”
Jack cursed himself several times during the day cause Dave acted as if he was dying.
“Just rest. It’ll be okay.”, Jack told him for probably the hundreds time at one point when they were listen to the evening news.
“Fuck resting. I came to Vegas to have fun.”
The answer to this statement was Jack pulling Dave closer and promising him that if he would rest they could be sooner out than Dave as suspecting.
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