[Woof]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[Snake grunts as he jerks awake, stiffly, since he fell asleep on the floor in the hallway real classy-like.  Next to him is an empty whiskey bottle.  He groans and runs his hands over his face and even though no one is around to see it, he's still embarrassed.  He hopes that he didn't do anything stupid.]

Hn?

[Something on his neck is 'itching' him.  Snake touches his neck to scratch and he feels something leathery.]

[He woke up with it on; a simple brown collar with soft, blue kidskin lining. He doesn't like it.  It has a damn ring on the front...where someone could potentially attach a lead.  Great.]

What...the Hell?

Why does this crazy shit always happen to me?

[This Nexus is really starting to get on his last nerve...and Snake's last nerve must be pretty strong-]

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[otaconic.livejournal.com]

Snake. You need water to balance out the alcohol in your system.

[Hal steadies his arm around Snake's waist in an attempt to encourage him to use him as support.]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[He just groans. The thought of drinking anything, even water, makes him feel ill.]

[He winces his eyes shut, avoiding eye-contact.]

[otaconic.livejournal.com]

[Okay... maybe laying down first might be better. But he would still encourage Snake to drink something.]

You're not fine. [A little more stern, his hand tightens at Snake's waist, helping him along.] If you were, you wouldn't be out here in the hallway!

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

I just fell asleep here, that's all.

[Snake leans into Hal, barely able to walk along with him. Have fun with that 180lbs of dead weight.]

[otaconic.livejournal.com]

You really need to get a place for yourself. It's not healthy sleeping in random hallways.

_{No wonder your older selves have bad backs...}

[Hal winces, but he manages to hold Snake as they walk. He moves slowly, hoping there was a bedroom or apartment closeby.]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

...

[He's got no answer to that just yet.]

Huh? [Barely heard that bit about 'old' and 'back'.]

[He squints at Hal.]

[otaconic.livejournal.com]

Somewhere that will be more comfortable for you.

_{No one else is here to worry over you right now. Someone's gotta do it.}

[He directs Dave towards a room at random. It looks like a medical room of sorts, with a small bed. It was dark, so it would refrain from making Snake's head hurt.]

Lay down.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

'Comfortable'? Hn-

[Snake huffs.] What?

[He's compelled to obey because...he likes following orders and, well...the orders were given by a Hal. So he grumbles heatedly and climbs up onto the bed.]

[otaconic.livejournal.com]

Nothing, Snake.

[He moves towards the sink and reaches for a small cup, filling it with water. He rests it on the counter beside the bed, before crouching down to stare at Dave.]

You'll drink this when your head clears up.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

...quit trying to order me around~

[He groans and rolls over onto his back to stare up at the ceiling.]

[otaconic.livejournal.com]

[Hal sighs a little, before standing up again. He roumages around in some drawers randomly.]

You won't do it if I don't tell you to.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[Asdfghjfhjhjkl!]

[DAMNIT, he's got me, there.]

...

[He rolls his eyes, feeling just a defeated.]

[otaconic.livejournal.com]

[Hal just gives him a look that says 'I told you so.']

I know you better than you think.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[Snake takes a breath as if he were to say something but then he doesn't. He knows Hal is right.]

...

[otaconic.livejournal.com]

[He attempts to soothe Snake by rubbing his arm up and down slowly.]

I'll stop talking if you want... It's probably not helping your head.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

No, it's fine.

It's just... [He rubs his temples trying his best to not blush.]

[otaconic.livejournal.com]

Don't feel embarassed. It... wasn't your fault. Not entirely.

[He is rather curious about the collar. He is tempted to touch it, but holds back.]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[Snake thinks Hal's being much too kind.]

How...could this NOT be my fault?

[He's busy pouting, with his index finger looped through the ring...tugging.]

[otaconic.livejournal.com]

[Most Hals are willing to help out Snakes whenever they can.]

You obviously had a reason. You probably got riled up about something, and drank too much.

[He scoffed, before grinning.] When have you ever been 'glamorous'?

... [yep, eyes are on the collar now.]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

I...

I don't even remember this time.

[He rubs his head with his free hand.]