bamfbercow
19 January 2014 @ 05:40 am
*John woke up, groggily yawning  rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He looked over to the alarm clock on his bedside table and saw the time was 5:30. Reminding himself that it was his birthday, John rolled over, preparing to go back to sleep. Just as he had made himself comfortable again, the events of the previous evening came back to him. There was a brief still moment as John mentally ran through the events at Peter's house and then after.*

...shit.

*As quickly as he could, John sprang from the bed and dashed to the fireplace. Praying to Merlin that Peter was still asleep and hadn't seen the bottle, John ran through the fireplace and into Peter's livingroom. Thankfully, the bottle was still on the coffee table where he had left it. John grabbed the drink and turned to go back through the fireplace.*

 
 
 
 
bamfbercow
31 March 2013 @ 05:46 pm
*It is the morning after the night before and John knows he should have a hangover (Peter visited in the evening, of course John should have a hangover) but as John blearily blinks at the light streaming in through the curtains, he feels a strange lack of pounding in his head. After a sip of water, he's almost fine. A little tired, but fine. How on earth did he manage to avoid a hangover?*

*And then the memories start to come back. The evening had started so well, but then... but then...*

*Slowly the rest of the evening comes back to him. Sally had come home and the night had continued (once Sally herself had gone and had a word with Jemima which, according to her reports later that evening, was much more successful than John's attempts). The Bercow adults had been determined to cheer Peter up. From what John remembers, they were quite successful.*

*It's then that John recalls why he's only very slightly hungover - on a trip to get another bottle, Sally had insisted he switch to water. There had been a bit of a disagreement but he'd been persuaded in the end and a compromised reached; one more glass then water for the rest of the night. If John's memory serves correctly, Peter had not been made to agree to such an arrangement.*

*A groan in the bed next to him pulls John's thoughts away from last night and to this morning. He bids Sally a good morning, which is met with the usual demand for coffee. John quietly goes downstairs, puts the kettle on to boil and bread in the toaster. Armed with a pint of water, he goes off in search of their guest. John remembers Peter falling asleep on the sofa, but can't remember moving him upstairs to a bed, so he checks the livingroom first.*
 
 
 
 
bamfbercow
02 March 2013 @ 10:11 am
*John isn't hung over at all - he simply wakes with a headache and a sore throat. He's perfectly able to keep down breakfast, and even manages to not wince at the bright kitchen lights and music on the radio the children insist they listen to before heading to school. In fact, the only reason John takes a Pep-Up potion is because he knows he's got a busy day ahead of him. Nothing to do with last night's drinking with Peter.*

*Sitting down at his desk, John tries to recall what happened last night. The fuses appear to be fixed, though he's sure he and Peter couldn't have done that. There are leftover pizza boxes and a fair few beer bottles in the rubbish, but John can't remember tidying them away. The deck of cards in his top draw jogs John's memory. He gets out his phone and with a smug grin, sends a text.*

Text from 078## ######

Benji,

How are you this morning?

-John

 
 
 
 
bamfbercow
08 January 2013 @ 07:53 pm
*John groggily wakes up. He tries to open his eyes but the light hurts so he snaps them shut. It takes him a good ten minutes just to be able to half open one and check his surroundings. Judging by the gold and green he can see out of the corner of his eye, he’s in his living room. On the sofa. The thing weighing him down would indicate a heavy blanket of some sort.*

Uurrgg...

*He closes his eyes and tries to work out what happened the previous evening. The children had gone off to a friend’s house for a New Year’s sleepover so Sally had suggested a nice quiet adult evening in for the two of them. Naturally, that wasn’t what happened, and after Peter’s (eventual) arrival, the alcohol flowed rather more freely than planned. He can’t remember much after the fourth bottle was opened and he’s only a little better on what went before that point.*

*John drags himself into a sitting position and tries to summon a memory or two. Sally has suggested a game of Scrabble, a notion Peter quickly and firmly squashed. There had been an argument over music, as their usually was. John also remembers calling someone a “stupid curly haired anaemic vampire” and even hungover he knows who the description was aimed at. He groans again, and forces himself (past the empty bottles and stained glasses) to the kitchen to get a pint of water and some hangover cure potion.*

*There’s a nagging feeling at the back of his mind that he did something really wrong last night – a quiet dread that builds as his senses come back to him. He can’t quite work it out, but slowly an image forms in his mind. It’s Peter’s face. Looking, presumably, at John. And he’s… shocked? Horrified?*

Oh for Merlin’s sake…

*It takes a while but eventually John’s able to find his phone.*


Text from 078## ######

Peter,

I have a feeling I need to apologise to you, but for what I am not entirely sure.

Sorry.

-John


*Text sent, John slumps down into a chair and attempts to will his headache away.*
 
 
 
 
bamfbercow
01 January 2012 @ 02:40 pm
*Crawls out from under a pile of sofa cushions that have been thrown across the room*
*Takes party hat from last night off head*
*Looks around at all the destruction - burst balloons, party poppers and paper chains hang from every surface*

Urrrggghhhhhhh...

*Drags self up and through to the kitchen to get a glass of water and painkillers*
*Tries not to vomit as the smell of last night's alcohol and attempts at drunk cooking reach nose*


Hhhhgmmm....

*Leans head on hands and tries to remember what happened last night*
*Bits and pieces of previous night slowly return to memory*

...Peter.