D&D AT LINCOLN'S [OPEN]
Feb. 27th, 2015 08:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lincolnmiller"I'm coming," Lincoln called out, half swearing as he woke up at the sound of knocking-pounding- at the door. Wiping the drool from his mouth, he reached out to hit his alarm clock, and groaned when he saw the time. He'd slept through all his alarms which meant that was the guys, which meant he hadn't set anything up. He was the worst player in the world. He was the worst friend in the world.
Struggling to get his jeans on, he ran down the hall and opened the door.
"Hey, sorry slept through alarm. I know, I know. Guys, DM set up the board. Park, grab the snacks they are in the kitchen. Bowls where they usually are. Hey," Lincoln smiled at everyone, letting them all through even as the other guys wolf-whistled at his lack of shirt and bitched about having to set up. Smiling, he pulled his shirt on slowly before shutting the door. Tonight was going to be a good night. Once they got going. "I have beer."
Lincoln offered a beer to the nearest person, tugging his shirt down and covering up.
OOC: Open to anyone who is Lincoln's friend, likely to be involved in SC D&D team, Firefighters who might be invited to said D&D games night, and of course Roosevelt.
Struggling to get his jeans on, he ran down the hall and opened the door.
"Hey, sorry slept through alarm. I know, I know. Guys, DM set up the board. Park, grab the snacks they are in the kitchen. Bowls where they usually are. Hey," Lincoln smiled at everyone, letting them all through even as the other guys wolf-whistled at his lack of shirt and bitched about having to set up. Smiling, he pulled his shirt on slowly before shutting the door. Tonight was going to be a good night. Once they got going. "I have beer."
Lincoln offered a beer to the nearest person, tugging his shirt down and covering up.
OOC: Open to anyone who is Lincoln's friend, likely to be involved in SC D&D team, Firefighters who might be invited to said D&D games night, and of course Roosevelt.
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Date: 2015-03-03 08:02 pm (UTC)Lincoln yawned, brushing his lips against her neck as he settled his head against her. Eyes growing heavier.
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Date: 2015-03-03 09:03 pm (UTC)"Mmmm..." Lee mumbled, eyes falling closed again as his breathing started to even out and hers started to sync up with it. "S'nice. Really nice. But...bed. Should get to one." She opened her eyes again when he nuzzled against her. If she was honest, she'd love to just stay here. Common sense was a total bitch sometimes.
"Linc?" she asked quietly. If he was asleep she'd make the herculean effort and slide off the couch and head to his room to grab a shirt. She would not look at his bed because it would be closer than the guest room and she'd never make it. The plan was a good one. She turned her head to look at him and tried again. "Linc?"
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Date: 2015-03-04 09:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-04 09:39 pm (UTC)It took Lee another thirty minutes to gather the strength to slip out of Lincolns grip. He was warm and his weight against her was comforting in a way she hadn't realised she'd wanted so it was an actual effort to gently lift his hand off her stomach and roll away. It wasn't elegant but she managed to slide to the floor and then sat up, watching to see if she'd woken him. He snuffled a little, brow creasing for a second before it smoothed out.
Standing, Lee couldn't resist reaching out to smooth a hand through his hair, brushing it out of his eyes before she grabbed the soft, familiar blanket and spread it over his sleeping form.
Lee walked on shuffling feet to Lincolns room, yawning as she hunted for a t-shirt to change into. She gave herself a pat on the back for making it to the guest room and just barely had time to change before she collapsed into the bed, dead asleep before her head hit the pillow.