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[LOCATION: MAIN STREET]

[Trip liked his alcohol. That much everyone knew. Rarely a day went by when he didn't have a drink of some sort. But given the responsibilities of both of his jobs, he rarely got drop dead stinking drunk.

At last call tonight, he'd passed that 5 beers ago. Everything, from Mal's admission then avoiding him to the usual feeling in the pit of his stomach that was somehow made worse by the situation, had come to head and he just hadn't been able to stop.

And now he was walking home through the deserted street, abet slowly and with many detours, so as to avoid the disappointed looks from Leo and Felix. Everything was funny and nothing hurt. For the moment.

And that telephone pole looked fun to swing around right about now.]

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[ Chris furrows his brow at Trip's outburst, but only slows slightly as he mulls it over. ]

It's Mal.

[ ... as if that explains why. In a way, it does, only without those very important things called "specifics". ]

What were you saying about a telephone pole?

That don't explain nothin'!

[It didn't! He didn't know anything about Mal, to be honest, and he'd had never had the chance to find out, what with first thinking Mal didn't like him and then having Mal run from him.]

He won't look at me much less talk ta me. How am ah supposed to know anything, huh?

And...ah don't remember anything else. Just the telephone pole.

Trust me, it explains enough.

[ Chris runs a hand through his hair, then goes to retrieve the eggs. ]

Heck of a thing to remember. Where is Mal, anyway?

Maybe to his cousin it does. Ta me it don't.

[He is more just grumbling now as his raised voice had only made his headache throb.]

Hell if I know. If I knew that, I wouldn't a asked where I was. I assume he's in his bed. An' can I say, that spare room is prety dull.

[So dull, so how was he supposed to know it was actually Mal's room.]

There's not many other ways to explain it.

[ Here, Chris raises a brow. ]

What, hammocks are dull now?

For God's sake, try. I'd like ta know somethin' 'bout this man who claims to be in love with me, despite not actually ever talkin' ta me.

[Maybe it was the hangover and accompanying headache but Trip is so tired of this run around that he is just at the end of his rope.]

Hammock? What hammock? Chris, I got a poundin' headache, now ain't the time fer games.

Like what? He's Mal. One of those really smart dumb guys you hear about all the time.

[ Chris leans his hip against the counter, eyes trailing to the kettle. Not whistling yet, but beginning to rattle. ]

No games, Trip. ... not now, anyway. Assuming you're not so hungover that you wouldn't notice climbing out of a hammock this morning, you weren't in the guest room.

At this point, I'd just settle for his favorite color. Smart dumb [He snorts softly] That's puttin' it mildly.

[Trip frowns to himself.] I...wasn't in the guest room?

Red.

Nah, guest room has a hammock. [ Chris just isn't going to mention that the hammock is more than unofficially his... ]

Re...oh. Huh.

The guest room has a hammock. [Trip has to say it and even then it took another minute for it to sink in.] So...I slept in Mal's bed. In his room. An' he must of slept in the guest room.

[There is a loud thunk as his head hit the table. This was getting too confusing. Why was Mal torturing him like this?]

Mine's green, by the way.

[ The steam begins to whine as it escapes from the kettle. ]

You sure you didn't see him anywhere in the bed when you got up?

[ ... as if on cue, the whine quickly morphs into a shrill whistle. ]

And mine's yellow. [He rolls his eyes, not in the mood for this.

Until, he looks down at his borrowed clothes, which is easy since his head is still resting on the table.] These are yours aren't they?

[And now he is glaring at you, Chris.] Ya think I woulda asked where I was otherwise? I think I woulda remembered that!

[When the kettle whistled, there was a loud yelp from back where the bedrooms were that was soon followed by a very large thud and the annoyed shout of "Christopher!" which was a sign that the kettle had woken up Mal and made him him fall out of the hammock.

It's a few moments later that Mal stumbles out into the kitchen, still wearing his clothes from last night and still somewhat asleep, not noticing Trip at first.]

What did I tell you about sneaking into my apartment? And you're cooking breakfast? I'm not even going to ask what trouble you've gotten into now.

[And there's the moment that he notices Trip and groans.]

...I thought that last night was all some sort of horrible dream.

[ Before Chris can reply to the affirmative of Trip's question, Mal makes his spectacular appearance and Chris rounds on him instead. ]

You put him in my clothes? Did you actually do something last night?

[ That said, Chris begins moving, grabbing a set of tea packets and a mug, beginning to put something together. ]

No trouble, by the way, but thanks for the vote of confidence. [ No more than usual, anyway. ]

[Trip's glare moves from Chris to Mal once he graces them with his presence. He knows he should thanks Mal for taking care of him last night but right now, he's really not in the mood.]

Oh thanks. Why don'tcha give me my clothes back and I'll get outta yer hair so ya can continue to avoid me. Since apparently it was a horrible dream an' all.

[He makes to stand, sways for a moment as his head pounds again, and immediately sits back down.] After my head stops poundin'. Then I'll go.

[Mal doesn't know who to deal with first, but he decides to answer Chris first.]

Yes, we did something. I brought him home and dumped him in the shower fully clothed. He smelled something fierce. I had to put his clothes in the wash and let him wear your clothes because mine would be too small.

[And now he turns his attention towards Trip.]

I thought it was a horrible dream because you were singing Holding Out For A Hero and complimented my ass, as well as quite a few other embarrassing things.

[ Chris stares at Mal, then turns to Trip. After a moment, he goes back to Mal. ]

Oh. Is that all?

[ Whatever tea Chris is making has about steeped, so he pulls the bag out and sets it aside, sliding the mug in front of Trip's face. It isn't the most pleasant of smells, but at least it doesn't sizzle or bubble. ]

[Trip's cheeks color pink as he hears what he'd done the night before but he wasn't going to let Mal win that easily.]

Well, I apologize for my singin' but are ya really gonna protest my lookin' at yer ass? Ain't that somethin' yer supposed ta like?

[He ignores Chris' smart ass comment to tenatively sniff the cup in front of him.] What's this?

[Oh, there is more Mal can say.]

It's not exactly what I wanted to learn while you were drunk. You also licked my hand.

[He moves over to the stove to assist Chris in cooking. And by assist, I mean take it over.]

Please tell me you have some water left over for my coffee, Christopher.

I'm going to pretend you guys aren't having this conversation. Sound good?

[ Chris flicks some water at Mal before he steps aside. ]

Yeah, yeah. There's enough. [ To Trip: ] Just drink it.

[Trip will happily ignore you Chris as he rages at your cousin.]

Well, didja ever think that if ya would talk ta me when I was sober, I couldn't told ya then? I am not the one avoiding you. [His accent was conspicuously absent to stress that last statement.] And if I licked ya, I musta had good reason.

Will it put me outta ma misery? [Whether he means his headache or Mal, he won't say and just takes a small sip.]

[He is so not awake enough to deal with Trip right now, so he's just going to be very snippy up until he gets his coffee.]

It's a shame you're unable to remember last night or we wouldn't need to have this conversation again. And I'm avoiding you for a reason.

[Now Mal's just going to glare at Chris and make his coffee because seriously, not awake enough for this shit.]

[ Tough luck, Mal. Deal with it. Chris hops up onto the counter and watches, overly innocent as his cousin goes about his morning routine. ]

Yeah, Trip, that's exactly what it'll do. Why don't you ask Mal what's in it? [ 'Cause it's not like Mal ever told Chris about how to make his miracle blueberry hangover cure. ]

[Too bad Mal. Shouldn't have brought him home. Or told him you loved him and then ran away.]

Yeah? Wanna tell me what that reason is again? 'Cuse right now, I'm confused as hell. Last time ah checked, ya actually wanted to be around people ya claimed ta love.

[Chris just gets another glare as Trip takes a larger drink.] ....Blueberries?

[He thought you'd at least be nice enough to berate him after he's gotten his coffee.]

Because I'm a coward and quite terrible at this sort of thing.

[Mal doesn't share it so he knows Chris will visit. This will never change.] And you're never finding out, Christopher.

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