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[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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[ sorry sam, even the divinity right in front of you can't help you. in fact, he's the entire reason you're here. whoopsie. through a mouthful of pancakes, cas lifts his eyebrows, then glances around the room. ]

I don't even know where they are. [ squints. ] I think that guy might be wearing them.

[ another mouthful. sorry sam, you're going to have to keep gazing upon him in all his naked, scarred up glory. at least he's sitting now, so everything below the belt is hidden?? ]

Anyway, don't act like you didn't have fun. Hangover's not a great time, but you weren't complaining last night.

[Sam gives the guy wearing Cas' pants A Look before glancing back over to his friend.

Ex-friend. We are so not friends anymore. I quit.]

I wasn't supposed to be -- having fun. I was supposed to be working. Getting some reading in. Sleeping like a normal person and not getting a huge hangover. [But really, he's more grumpy because he does remember liking it. A little too much. He's not someone who enjoys multiple partners -- that was more Soulless' thing. And he hates remembering Soulless.

But on the same token... He really needed that kind of intimacy, and they were all really good to him. All things considered. The bruising is questionable, but he's always been rougher than he looks himself.

Leave it to Sam to feel guilty about feeling good, though.]

... I was also head over heels drunk last night. Keep in mind.

[ oh for ffs sam, cas can't help but roll his eyes. ]

Oh come on, Sam, don't be dramatic. So you had a night of fun. You finished out your shift, didn't hurt yourself or anyone else, and so what if you have a hangover. Take some aspirin and you'll be fine. There's no crime in having a good time, so long as you know when to pick yourself up and get the job done.

[ all right, so maybe he's taking is just a hair personally, but really, he doesn't want sam to suffocate himself in regret, either. OR BECOME YOUR EX-FRIEND, GOD, he didn't shove that space race down ur throat ok. pointing his fork at sam!! ]

And sure, you were drunk, but being drunk doesn't change who you are and what you want. It just makes it more likely you'll go and do and get those things you want. Nothing wrong with that, either.

[ a beat. ]

I mean, unless you caught something. Or knocked someone up. But that's probably unlikely.

[Sam's job in life is to be dramatic about these kinds of things, okay.

Romance and sex is not his forte, because... well. You know why. But he actually seems to be processing what Cas is throwing down, and that's important, too. It's true, he knows. He didn't hurt anyone (thank god), he didn't screw up his job (he has self-worth issues sometimes, you know), and it isn't a crime to have a good time (even if he totally looked like a perverted idiot on the network).

He flusters a bit, rubbing a hand over his mouth.]

I used condoms.

[Just so you know. He's very careful, okay?]

I... guess you're right. It's not the, um. End of the world.

[ that sam is considering what he's saying is good enough for him.

cas is fully aware of how he must come off, to people who know him - which is, really, everyone here. sam included, in many ways. lazy and self-indulgent, maybe, he's definitely those things, but in 2014 he didn't have the liberty to be those things all the time, and when push came to shove he knew when to pull his damn pants up, pick up a gun and get to work. striking a balance between business and pleasure, that's what's important.

all work and no play makes sammy a dull boy. ]

Heh, nope, not at all.

[ he would know. he came from the end of the world. ]

Maybe this sort of thing isn't really for you, but, you know.. I'm still glad you had a good time. It's good to loosen up, sometimes. Healthy.

[ or he's just a bad influence, whatever. ]

Right... Loosen up. Healthy.

...

Wait, are you seriously telling how to be healthy?

[DUDE YOU'RE A HEAVY DRINKER AND USER OF MEDICATIONS.]

[ cas laughs around a mouthful of pancakes. ]

What does it say about you that you've got me telling you that, eh?

... Nothing good I guess.

[He accepts that absurdly fast, as Sam's usual MO is. Sam doesn't have much faith in himself, so that sounds about right; he's fucked up. Verily. A glance at his soul says as much for some.

He shoves a mouthful of pancake on a fork into his mouth.]

... I think I'll go back to being fucked up and a prude, though.

[ oh lord, sam, he was only kidding - or so says the world-weary roll of his eyes - but he keeps the conversation light, nonetheless. ]

Well, suit yourself. All the more for me, I suppose.

[ not that there's any shortage of mischief and mayhem to get up to on this space station anyway, even without sam around to play wingman. cas will have plenty to keep himself busy with, though now he can't help but feel a guilty about it. ]

Try not to beat yourself up over it, though. [ and, batting his eyelashes shamelessly!! ] It's enough to make a girl feel jilted.

[He sighs, rubbing the back of his head, looking - flustered? Guilty, himself?]

... Sorry. I'm being a wet blanket, huh?

I... had a good time. Seriously. I'm just a loser who has a hard time actually enjoying that I had a good night. It's not — you didn't do anything, and I mean... I'm getting breakfast here, on some crazy station in space. Could be worse.

Don't worry about it.

[ dismissive wave. ]

Could be a lot worse, okay? You had a good time, and maybe next time we'll just, you know, skip the overindulgence and have a few drinks on the ship instead and pass out in the kitchen.

[ you know, something more your pace, sam. all the wild space sex was great and all, but it's not worth getting sam all bent out of shape - funny as it is in this moment. he respects you sam, buddy. cas grins, and winks. ]

I'll just save the orgies for Tuesdays, instead.

[That surprises a short laugh out of him.]

Yeah, well, just make sure you get a shower in before you get thrown off the Red Fish.

[What a weird fucking situation, sitting in a kitchen eating pancakes with his naked friend, making like sex and covered in hickeys made by multicolored aliens with a lot of arms. Like, what the fuck? He shakes his head, but he still looks like he wants to laugh again.]

My life is friggin' weird.

[ cas grins, broad and warm, scooping the last of his pancakes into his mouth. ]

Yeah, tell me about it.

[ he's an ex-angel turned junkie orgy-master from an apocalyptic wasteland, he knows all about weird. wood groans as he pushes back from the table. ]

Anyway, I should probably go do that, yeah. And chase my pants off that guy.

[Sam quirks an eyebrow at the pants'd guy.]

Yeah, the faster you get on pants, the sooner I don't have to worry about you walking home naked.

[ cas can't help the laugh, and he claps a hand on sam's shoulder as he passes behind him. ]

Then don't you worry, Sam, I'm on the job. I'll see you around later, yeah?

[Snerk.

Maybe this wasn't the worst morning.

Actually, not even by a long shot.]

Maybe just a beer the next time, too.

Right, just a beer. You got it.

[ silly lightweight, sammy boy.

either way, he's off to go rescue his pants. ]

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