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[color=ab2020]Location:[/color] 46 Park Point Drive, Apartment 2D
[color=ab2020]Interacting with:[/color] Jasper [@lovely complex]
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Midday sunlight was not what King [i]wanted[/i] to wake up too. In fact, he didn't want to wake up at all after the night he had. And yet here he was, slowly sitting up in his messy bed, shifting away empty beer bottles that clanked and smashed against the floor as they toppled from his lap, forgetting whatever sad shit kept him up-- oh wait. King glanced down at the time on his phone, and there he saw the overflow of texts from home. 

Mom and dad and sister, lined in blues and greens, letters spelling out words that he had no interest in reading. The threats from his father were nothing but white noise now, white noise he had tried to forget last night, and the rest were loving notes and monetary information and things King had heard numerous times before. Nothing new. He reached for one of the half-full bottles beside his bed, sipping and cringing simultaneously as a taste of bitterness and hopelessness coated his tongue.

[color=ab2020]"Yep, bad idea."[/color] He hissed, dropping the bottle back down as he rose and stumbled across his room towards the door, barely clothed and mostly hungover. A shower would do him good, especially if he planned to do something with the rest of his lovely day. King slipped through the halls of the apartment as quietly as his stumbling headache could manage, only freezing when he saw the familiar back of one of his roommates. In front of the fridge. Mumbling? Mumbling. King had a faint feeling that he did something wrong, but another pang of agony from his brow completely swept such things away, and he instead greeted who he assumed to be Jasper with a low groan and a wave of the hand.

King eventually found himself surrounded by nearly-sterile lights and the chill of under use despite the circumstances of the apartment. The bathroom was as neat as it could be when it housed three party-animals, and that was good enough for King. If he ever got annoyed with the mess then he could spend some time trying and failing to clean it, but right now he was content with wading through unfinished toothpastes and hastily unraveled toilet paper. 

He flipped on the hot water before anything else, basking in the sudden warmth and steam that filled the room and coated all available surfaces as scalding water splashed against the shower's floor. Mist gathered around his head, chasing out the headache and replacing it with a groggy sleep-warmth that had evaded him moments before when he was still actually in bed. The shower itself was uneventful and boring, King merely washed and rinsed and repeated until he felt shiny and new, or, well, as new as someone like he could feel.

One starts to feel a bit lousy after so many nights of nothing but sex, alcohol, and shit club music, surprisingly. And that feeling never really goes away.

King stepped back into the main apartment with a towel around his waist and still no words to pass onto to Jasper. Another groan and frantic wave of the hand would suffice for now. The venture from the bathroom back to his room only took a moment, and though he saw his bed beckoning him again he shook off the grogginess in favor of staring out his window. New York City gleamed brightly in the afternoon light, glass building reflecting blue skies and yellow suns and shiny cars. Upper East Side was always kind of glowing with richness, but of course it would. Because it was New York, and because it was Upper East Side, where all the rich people went, King being one of them sadly. The world just worked like that, King decided, rich people go to rich places and bring rich things to make said rich place richer and that's just how things go and [i]don't try to decipher such vast things while hungover, me-[/i]

King groaned and turned to snatch up his phone. Twitter and Instagram took up a few moments of his mundane morning/afternoon, quickly scrawling images and words that depicted the lives of others and he felt some brief sonder as he skated passed strangers to find childhood friends and actually-decent family members. Astrid King's familiar face smiled up at him from one particular Insta post, and with a smile that most wouldn't expect from King came and went as he liked it quickly and then continued down his dash. Once that got boring, however, he turned towards his closet and changed into something clean and probably-flanneled, and finally ventured out into the apartment with a smile that was only off set by his bleary eyes.

[color=ab2020]"Yo Jaaaay?"[/color] He called into the living space, blinking away dots of white as bright light faded into his vision. A usual wish to wander through the streets of New York tugged at his feet, leading him somewhat towards the front door, but he froze by the kitchen to call again, [color=ab2020]"Jasssssssssy? Hey, dude, got any pain killers?"[/color] The dull ache in his head would be an issue, especially since September brought out the east coast's sunny side. It would be best to hunt down his usually-drunk roommate for some hangover meds before heading out, probably.

But at the same time he had an inkling of a feeling to simply jump ship and run before something bad happened. What did he do last night, his mind wondered, and a sheepish, unassuming grin claimed his initial snark as he tried to retrace his steps.