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[color=black][h3]Loki[/h3][/color]
[i][u]Location[/u]: 36 Avalon Point[/i] 
[i][u]Interacting With[/u]: Charles[/i][/center]

Loki woke when the sunbeam coming through the sheer curtains rotated to rest on his face. With a discomforted grunt, he pulled his arm out from behind his head. It felt like someone had sent his body through a meat grinder. [color=black][i]”What the hell did I do last night…”[/i][/color] he thought to himself as he attempted to wipe the sleep from his heavy eyelids.

A few blinks adjusted his eyesight enough to take in his surroundings. This wasn’t his bedroom. No, but at least it was his house this time. He was wearing nothing but his pants on the living room couch, where he had apparently slept all night. Loki could taste dried blood on the corner of his mouth… he must have gotten the munchies and had a midnight snack. 

Sitting up caused a pair of lacey knickers to tumble from his bare chest to his lap. Loki plucked them up with a thumb and forefinger to inspect them. Things were starting to piece together in his foggy mind. He looked around for the bird who was surely missing these right about now.

Laying on the floor beside the couch, more than half naked, there she was. Loki raised an eyebrow at the ginger girl as he stood up. She wasn’t moving. “Well, damn…” he murmured and nudged her face with his toes in an attempt to rouse her. Still no movement. Another one bites the dust…

[color=black]“Charles!”[/color] Loki called out. [color=black]“Don’t I pay you enough to take out the rubbish?”[/color] 

At that, the dead redhead no longer held his attention. He wasn’t sure what day it was, but he was certain that he was probably almost late for something important, and he had to get ready for it.

[i]“She’s not dead, sir. Just… inebriated still, I suppose.”[/i]  The butler replied from the kitchen that Loki was on his way to. Charles already had a glass of blood prepared for him along with serving of delicious looking fruit salad. Loki forked up a few pieces of fruit and then downed the scarlet refreshment.

[color=black]“Oh, well, see to it that she is taken care of then. I have to wash up.”[/color] Loki remarked between bites.

[i]“Of course, sir. You have a meeting with Mr. Richardson in one hour.”[/i]  Charles offered the reminder without even having to be prompted. He was just that good.

Being a neat person that doesn’t eat all that much, it could be argued that Loki doesn’t really [i]need[/i]  a butler. An he doesn’t… Truth be told, it was far too melancholic living in an 8 bedroom, 5 bath home by oneself. Charles was just as much a friend as he was an employee. And, as it turns out, quite the useful one!

[color=black]“Right, that would make it Thursday. Thank you, Charles, you are a gift!”[/color] He said with sincere dramatics before taking his leave to brush his teeth and shower last night’s sweat and sin away. If only the hangover headache could be so easy to get rid of...