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[recognize_an_opportunity]

[It's not going to take dragging. He really wants to get out of all of these clothes now, since he's been wearing them for almost two days. Still, he has the presence of mind to pick up his tie and vest from the floor before getting up off the couch and half-stumbling towards the bedroom.]

Believe me, you don't need to drug my drink. I'll be asleep in about five minutes.

[dowhatisays]

Better fucking stay that way.

[Ow. OW. Standing. Standing is not very easy right now. Charlie limps his way to the bedroom and collapses face-down onto the blankets. He can find his clothes in the morning. Right now more passing out needs to happen.]

[recognize_an_opportunity]

[It's not like he's smug at all at the way Charlie's limping. Nope. This smug face is for entirely unrelated reasons. Finally, though, he's able to take off all of his clothes and toss them aside, then join Charlie on the bed -- although a little less floppily.]

It's just going to be a nap, Charlie. Two hours, at most.

[dowhatisays]

Like fuck it is. You're getting five hours, at least.

[Charlie drags himself over to half-flop across Meyer's chest, pinning him to the bed. Now no escape until sunrise, mwahaha.]

[recognize_an_opportunity]

I'm serious, I have...

[Oh. Well. If he's going to get flopped on, he's really powerless to resist it. And he is awfully tired. His eyes are drifting shut anyway.]

... things to do...

[dowhatisays]

[He lean in to give Meyer one last sloppy, uncoordinated kiss as he drifts off.]

Yeah, sure you dos.