fh_trips | Copacabana Palace, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, Wednesday

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spring break 2012: rio de janeiro

Copacabana Palace, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, Wednesday - Day

The early morning might have been a little cloudy, but by the afternoon, there'd be nothing but sun and warm weather, enticing people out of their rooms to explore and have fun. The break was almost half over, and there was still plenty to do and see!

[For your threading pleasure: Rooms | Restaurant | Spa | Pool | Beach | Climbing | Gliding]

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Topher woke up with less space to stretch out than he was used to. That would be because his bed was also being occupied by a small mountain of boas and a Billy.

"Oh," he said, one hand coming up to touch his head. (Surprise, he had a headache!) His hand came away very glittery. "Hi."

Edited 2012-02-22 14:29 (UTC)

Billy moaned at the sound of Topher's voice and spit a feather out of his mouth. "Hi. You're sparkly." And warm, which was why Billy was curling closer.

"You too," Topher mumbled, cuddling a little closer himself. "Head huuuuurts."

Whine away, boys. Whine away.

"The fruity booze was baaaaad," Billy moaned, pausing for a long moment while his brain started catching up with things. "You danced on a table."

"I did?" Topher asked, rubbing his eyes... and getting glitter all over his face, oops. "Oh. Yeah. That was me."

"Ben sent me a video. He's awesome." Billy laughed softly as he watched Topher get glitter everywhere. "You're making it worse. Here," he said, reaching over to try to brush some of the glitter off of Topher's face. It was possible his brain hadn't entirely woken up yet.

Topher's hadn't really woken up either, which would explain why he stilled and bit his lip while Billy's hand was right there.

"Um." Why was this so cool? It shouldn't be cool.

Billy brushed some of the glitter off, then realized he was touching Topher and that maybe that wasn't such a good idea, even if they had ended up in bed together again. "Um," he answered. "Sorry. I just--there's an awful lot of boas here." Ah, subject changes, they were so helpful.

"'s okay," Topher mumbled, cuddling a little closer because... because, okay?

A beat.

"You're comfy."

Billy smiled at that, and at Topher cuddling closer, even though he was trying very hard not to read anything into it. "So you've told me. I don't know about you, but I don't feel like getting up yet." Which was his way of asking if the cuddling could just keep going for now.

"Me neither," Topher decided, because cuddling was awesome and there was nothing weird about that, okay? Nothing.

SERIOUSLY.

"Later we should--" he started, then let out a yawn-- "order food."

So much for the plan of going out somewhere so the room could get cleaned, huh?

Billy nodded a little, his eyes already closing again. "Mmmm, good idea." Definitely later, once the headaches had gone away. Their room could get cleaned tomorrow, when the need for cuddling would be gone. Because that was totally going to happen, right?

"Uh-huh," Topher yawned, closing his eyes again. "'m good for now."

Because cuddling was awesome. Everyone shut up.

Re: Room 307

selfhelphero - 2012-02-22 19:52 (UTC) - Expand

At some point later, Kenzi meandered down the hallway. And knocked on the door. "I have hangover remedies. Open open open."

Topher groaned. Loudly. "Can't you pick the lock?" he whined.

"Sure!" See, not a felony if you're invited in. True for vampires, true for Kenzi.

"Drink this," Kenzi said, holding out a water bottle full of life-giving horrible-tasting hangover remedy. "Did you have fuuuun last night?"

"Oh," Topher said, making a face once he could smell the... whatever that was. He pulled the covers back over his head. Maturely. "I dun want that."

"Dude, it has electrolytes." Kenzi wasn't entirely certain what those were, just that alcohol totally killed them. "And it's just tomato juice and some stuff. Swear."

"You have it to me before," he reminded her, muffled under the blankets. "I hate it a lot."

"This is a different one!" Slightly. It tasted slightly less like tar. "Swear. Look, two little sips."

"No," he grumbled, trying to kick her through his blanket tent.

Kenzi snickered, then sat on the floor, where he could probably smell it better, and drank it herself. "Saw you at the gala last night. It looked like you were enjoying yourself."

"Danced on a table," Topher informed her.

Then there was the sound of him spitting out feathers. He had a great deal of boas in there, okay.

Kenzi cocked her head, confused, then reached forward to twitch at the edge of the blanket.

Then was immediately distracted by a black-and-silver boa tha she started pulling out. "What the... shiiiiny!"

Topher frowned. "Is that the red one?" He was under a blanket so he couldn't really see, but the red one was his forever, okay?