Room 307, Friday Morning

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Topher, ladies and gentlemen, was not having a great morning.

His morning (or afternoon, really) started out with a loud groan of protest against just about everything. Then, before his eyes could even open but just as the events of last night started to come back to him, he shrieked.

And then his ankle throbbed and he shrieked again.

Ohhhh, god. Oh god oh god oh god. Today was THE WORST EVER. He thought about getting up and taking something to get rid of that horrible headache of his, not to mention the severe ankle pain, but... didn't. He just rolled over onto his stomach and whimpered quietly into the pillow.

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"So there you go. You're a starship. Who was tough like a meta for Klingon." She grinned and put his ankle back down and patted his foot. "...shower, dude. Seriously."

Spray you in the face, Topher! With a squirt bottle. Just to get you up!

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"Too tiiiiiiiiiired. Might drown."

No, Kenzi, that was not an invitation.

"Gonna sleep more," he decided.

Yes, Topher, do that. Dave was sure to love it if he was around.

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"If you suffocate in your sleep, it'll be your own fault." Kenzi left the glass of hangover concoction, then squirted the spray bottle at his head again. Like you would at a cat on the curtains. The words don't make me get the hose rose in her mind and were totally rejected. "Whatever. But I reserve the right to get Percy to douse you if you smell up a Common Room."

Not that he'd do it for her. But hey, Topher didn't know that. Kenzi headed for the door and called over her shoulder, "Check your voicemail!"

She was caring like that.

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"Percy...?"

Whatever. He was baffled.

"I don't think I have any new messages!" he called after her.

But then checked just in case. Sigh.