driftfleet | video but mostly audio (LEAVE THE KIDS AT HOME WE WERE NSFW)

[Happy V-Day, everyone! Sam has been unfortunately busy this weekend. You know, working at the bars, getting convinced by certain stoner semi-angels to partake in a quick bar-hop. Or three. Or five. Also, what the fuck was in that Space Race drink? Because he felt just fine after the first hour, but then he went down like a sack of potatoes.

The black screen leaves a lot to the imagination, so far. Sam gives a tired, hungover groan and slaps around for the built-in alarm he'd set in the communications device, which is probably murderous on your guys' ears at first. When he grabs for it and peers to look at the time listed, the broadcast gives a good look at him in all of his glory -- who knew someone could have so many hickeys at once?]

Wha...

[He stares up at the ceiling, blinking wearily. This isn't... the ship...

But surely nothing crazy happened, he thinks. Just drank a little too much. He's usually super chaste and all, and it's not like he'd...

And then three blue arms reach out from the right side of the bed, curling over his chest.]

Awake already, gangly human...?

[And another copper-skinned arm reaches to pet his hair from his left. A few interesting memories resurface from the night before.]

Surprisingly durable to make up for your poor tolerance to alcohol, mmhmm.

[Sam's eyes widen rather comedically as he shoots up from the bed, dropping the video feed flat on its face again. The sounds of him shuffling back sounds close to the microphone, and there are quite a few giggling ladies, and it really makes you wonder how many are actually fitting in that bed. Judging from the way Sam is tripping over his words, he's probably floundering. Let your imaginations be your guide.]

Jesus -- what the -- I, um, sorry. I -- Wow, right. I should, should really be -- ohmygod, uh. You guys were all great, seriously, but I... Have a shift in three hours... I should...!!

[More giggling at the sound of rustling pants.]

Wow, Sam, you've gone so red; I didn't know humans could change colors! What a fascinating species.

[One of the human girls in the crowd laughs aloud.] Nah, he just goes from animal to nervous school boy in one morning flat.

Thank you for your time, ladies--

Don't you want to stay for breakfast? I know how to make pancakes!

That's really nice but--[He's just about now realizing that the feed is going, and he's too distracted to notice that he's about to trip right over someone's body on the floor.]--OOF!!

[The video THUDS, pointing at a wall. This is the most PG feed detailing a NC-17 night ever. A familiar voice -- the source of Sam's tripping -- smacks his lips while a background cacophony of the gals and guys littered around the room gossip and giggle and exchange ship names. Sam is dumbstruck.]

How many people are there?!

Ah. Morning, Sam.

Cas!?

Slow your roll, buddy, there's plenty of time for round two and three--

Ugh... Not this again...

--or four or five...

M'gonna be sick...... What was in that Space Racer...

[This is the worst.

Happy Valentine's Day.]

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[SIGH]

Are you alright?

[You should know better to drink space liquor Sam geez.]

Um... I feel like my head is a cracked egg, and I'm missing some time here and there...

But I'm alright. Mostly just ready to become a shut-in.

That might be wise.

[But if Sam's fine, then there's not really an issue here, even if Castiel is judging Sam's decision-making. Because that's not hypocritical of him at all.]

I believe you and my other self form a dangerous team, however.

[If this is how you spend your time.]

[God, don't remind him, stoner Cas totally got him good.]

A very drunk team, more like.

Disgusting.

[ from off camera

GROSS ]

Regardless, you should probably attempt avoiding being either in the future.

[SIGHHHHHHHHHH]

He's more persuasive than I thought people of your cut cloth are capable of.

[Oh, Sam.]

Or perhaps you're used to dealing only with me as I am now, and I rarely have reason to have to attempt persuading you of something.

... True. Better watch out, he'll get to you next.

I know far better than to listen to my own ideas, Sam.

[He says it lightly, with the faintest hint of a smile.]

I don't know. I usually listen to my own ideas.

[He smiles.]

No more drinking the liquor store?

Is that always a good idea?

Drinking the liquor store is still tempting, but I believe Rei's reaction would outweigh the benefits of doing so.

Not at all.

[Heh.]

I can't imagine Rei would be thrilled to get an accidental video from you next.

[Don't even make him imagine that freakout.]

Fortunately I have been told I'm unfriendly when drunk.

[So the very worst accidental video he'd make would probably be him bitching someone out for no reason.]

Edited 2016-02-27 19:29 (UTC)

Er... well... uh.

I think she's probably right. I mean, from the time I saw you totally smashed, anyway.

[You were a very different person back then... but still, he can picture it even today.

... Mostly because you'd seem to drink only when you're mad about something.

Though, there was that time you were human.

You were a lightweight.]

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