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[Several hours after this thread sees Erik and Charles drinking quite a bit in Erik's room. The communicator coming on is a complete accident; Erik manages to sit on his, and this is the height of butt-dialing. Things are muffled at first, but there's a song in the background and alcohol-light laughter that gets clearer as Erik picks it up out from under him. There's a flash of his sharkgrin smile, and a shaky, unclear sweep of his room that comes from jerking the communicator at someone. If you look very closely, there may be an empty bottle of scotch and another that's already three quarters gone.]
You think you know everything because you're wearing a sweater!
[Then the device goes sailing, and the picture turns end over end, catching a quick shot of Charles looking bewildered and very amused , before it bounces against the couch, and winds up covered by a pillow.]
You think you know everything because you're wearing a sweater!
[Then the device goes sailing, and the picture turns end over end, catching a quick shot of Charles looking bewildered and very amused , before it bounces against the couch, and winds up covered by a pillow.]
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