xp_logs | Backdated Sunday: Manuel, Kyle, Amanda & Valentia

Kyle comes across his semi drunken/sleeping suitemate. Amanda and Valentia crash in later and as punishment to Manuel for drinking, the talk of food ensues over breakfast.

Lying on the couch, Manuel hugged a near empty bottle of scotch in the crook of his arm while the other arm was draped haphazardly across his eyes. A classical piece played over the CD player, low and eerie, fitting for his mood. The lights were off and he didn't move when he heard the door open and it registered somewhere far away that someone else was in the room. The emotional signature registered a moment later. Though who else would walk in at this time?

Kyle didn't bother to greet his very wasted suitemate. He went straight for the windows, opening them up and then turning on the ceiling fan. Only once the air was starting to clear did he go looking for the CD remote and click off the to-his-ears painful music. "Dude. What the ... Jesus fuck, what -is- that?" If he had more fans, he would've turned those on too, but they had air conditioning, he didn't need them.

He was only vaguely aware of the air blowing down on him and the sudden chill that crept into the room. He shifted, clutching the bottle more as though it would warm him and not a blanket. "What is what?" he said after a moment, rolling his head to the side. "What are you doing?" Manuel pushed up from where he lay, dropping the bottle on the floor. Good thing he'd replaced the cap.

"Unstanking the room." Kyle pondered the merits of removing the source of the stink, and decided against it. He wasn't sure how badly that would go over, and if Manuel was half as drunk as he smelled, the odds of being barfed on were high. "Dude, if you're gonna get wasted, do it with something that doesn't smell like ass. Or take a shower. Or something." He knew there -was- alcohol that didn't make his nose want to join the Peace Corp, but obviously this wasn't it.

"It is very expensive Scotch, Kyle," he slurred, fumbling around for his cane and once he had his hand firmly around it, he pushed himself to his feet. He realized he was still wearing all his clothes, though he was certainly looking less than appealing. Two destinations were in mind, turning off the ceiling fan and closing the damn window. "Perhaps beer wor-- fuck," Manuel cursed, hitting his knee off the coffee table and gritted his teeth, fanning his hand out over the TV to gain some stability.

Kyle snorted, not bothering to hide his laugh. If you couldn't mock your drunk suitemate, who could you mock? "Does cheap Scotch stink less, or more? Because the expensive stuff smells pretty god awful." He watched Manuel struggle, and rolled his eyes. "Are you gonna be okay, or do you need help but you're gonna be too Euro to actually ask?"

"I am too Euro to ask," he echoed. "Cheap scotch ranks of an essence I would rather keep to myself. Kyle, simply because you have fur does not make the rest of us have fur," he snarked, flicking off the ceiling fan and turning around to the window. "Have you ever taken a good smell over yourself? You are not exactly Givenchy."

"Dude. I don't have fur and people with noses that work better than yours say I don't stink. So there. Nyah." He knew he didn't, unless he'd just come from working out or something and that's what the shower was for. "So cheap scotch stinks more?" Despite that he could still smell 'drunk' on Manuel, he moved around the older man to shut the window. "You need a shower. Seriously."

Manuel pulled something between a moan and a scoff, pulling at his shirt and smelling himself. Disgust rolled up in his eyes, curling back his lip and he pressed a hand to his temple. "Noted. At least you are honest, unlike the rest of the mansion," he scowled and uneasily walked at a deliberately slow pace towards the shower. Somewhere in his mind, he thought he still maintained his dignity in this state.

Once Manuel had left the room, Kyle went back and re-opened the windows and turned the fan back on. He'd just turn them back off once he heard the water stop, and his hungover suitemate would be none the wiser, AND the suite wouldn't smell like it was made from a bottle of scotch.

He was part of the way through moving the bag of cat food, the food bowl, and Shamu into his room to prevent cat-food-smell induced barfing from said suitemate when he heard the door, and opened it in mid-trip between the kitchen and his room, with a cat tucked under one arm. "Hey. Manny's in the shower. There was stank." He said, by way of greeting, as Shamu gave his best attempt at a pathetic "HE HATES ME" meow in Amanda and Valentia's general direction.

"I can only imagine. He drunk dialled me at 2 in the bloody morning." Amanda held up a shopping bag. "I come bearing food. Ancient English hangover cure in the form of a fry up. Plus, it works as punishment too."

Manuel hadn't been expecting company, nor was he in the right frame of mind to actually be any more coherent than he was when he went into the shower. Thus, only a towel was wrapped around his waist when he came out of the washroom, wet hair cascading over his shoulders and cane in hand.

"What works as a punishment? Oh... You brought my sister. That will do," Manuel said as Valentia buzzed past him without so much as a hello.

Manuel hadn't been expecting company, nor was he in the right frame of mind to actually be any more coherent than he was when he went into the shower. Thus, only a towel was wrapped around his waist when he came out of the washroom, wet hair cascading over his shoulders and cane in hand.

"What works as a punishment? Oh... You brought my sister. That will do," Manuel said as Valentia buzzed past him without so much as a hello.

"Let's see... um, I think I've got half a pig's worth of bacon and sausages and stuff in here. Plus tomatoes and mushrooms and eggs and bread for toast." Amanda peered in the bag, seemingly unphased by Manuel's lack of clothes. Coming in, she kicked the door shut with her foot. "And I brought something you might like - black pudding. Organic, too, so there's none of those preservatives you can't eat." She grinned. "I figured the sight of you chowing down on one of those would pay Manny back for the phone call."

"I hate you both," Manuel announced, passing through the room and closing his own door. "~Get out~" came the words spat in Spanish and Valentia came out, closing the door with an obvious huff to her step. A few moments later, he emerged with no tie, just a white button down shirt, tucked in black slacks and smoothed his hair back behind his ears, unhappy with the present company.

"~C'mere, love,~" Amanda said to Valentia in Spanish, holding out her hand. "~You want to help make breakfast with us?~" She shot an annoyed look at Manuel. Hungover was hungover, but this was a child, not a dog.

Manuel sat on the couch, shooting Amanda an equally annoyed look while his sister brushed past him and took the hand offered. She sighed a thank you, which would have only annoyed Manuel had he not been so focused on how cold it was in the room.

"You're here early," he spoke to them, though Kyle was the one he was watching.

Kyle was unaware, having taken it on himself to empty out the sack of groceries that Amanda had brought, and then go digging through the fridge for anything he thought looked helpful. Which in this case was only an onion and a block of cheddar cheese, since the spread of food in the kitchen was already huge. "Don't look at me, I've been up for hours." He said, once free of the fridge. "Hey, we're out of milk again..."

"Got a break with the traffic and Valentia was up early." Amanda grabbed a chair and dragged it to the counter so the small girl could stand on it. "~You can help with the toast, yeah? Butter it for me?~" she asked, lifting Valentia up onto the chair. "~There, now you're as tall as me.~" She glanced over her shoulder at Kyle. "There might be milk in there too - I wasn't sure what you guys would have, so I kind of bought the lot," she explained.

Kyle looked over the pile of food and finally found the carton of milk, and ignored it in favor of the package of sausages that Amanda had pointed out earlier. "So, is blood sausage like, a euphemism thing, or are these really made from blood? Because either way, it's all cool, but a guy likes to know what he's eating."

Valentia waited expectantly for Amanda to start, though her eyes were flickering to her brother, who had settling himself into the couch, leaning his head back. The room swirled though the impending doom of headaches was begining to creep up. The general talk of food never usually got him throwing up but Kyle's choice has his stomach churn in all the right places to accomplish that. "If I throw up, you are both to blame and I will have my vengeance."

"Yeah, it's actually blood pudding. As in, sausage made out of blood. I've never been a huge fan, but I figured you'd like it. If you don't, feel free to chuck it in the bin." Amanda popped some bread in the toaster and grinned over at Manuel. "If you've good, I'll make you some coffee. Proper stuff, even."

"Grovelling has already put me in a bad mood, never mind," Manuel said as he pushed himself out of his seat. "I will make it myself." He was doing his best not to look at the food that she brought. Manuel had never been much of a puker but he was sure that could be changed that the mere sight of Kyle's food or appetite.

Amanda rolled her eyes. "You are such a drama queen," she told him, oblivious to the bad mood. "Sit down and I'll bring you coffee and some aspirin. Without grovelling, even."

Kyle had wisely, since he wasn't a fan of cleaning up barf, the smell of barf, or the risk of Manuel barfing causing Val to barf, backed out of sight while he investigated the package of sausages. "Mrphmrphmrphmprmh." Then he remembered to chew, swallow and even make sure there wasn't anything stuck between his teeth before really speaking. "This is pretty good. And Manny, dude, either be pathetic and hungover, or suck it up. You gotta pick one." Absently, he put the package of sausages minus-one down on the counter and got the box of cereal out from it's high place atop the refrigerator. "Val, bananas or strawberries? We've got both."

Val shrugged, holding her palms up and eagerly reaching for a knife, despite Kyle's question. Clearly she wanted to help but Manuel was up at attention within a second to get the knife away from her. "I find both maneuvers work well for me, thank you. Amanda take that away from her please."

Amanda rolled her eyes but did so. "~Wait until there's some toast to butter, love,~" she said. "~We don't want Big Brother over there fretting, do we?~" She finished filling the coffee maker and poured a glass of juice for Valentia, and another for Manuel. "~Here, drink this while we're waiting. And let Kyle know what cereal you want, okay?~" she instructed the small girl, before slipping out of the kitchenette long enough to hand Manuel his juice and a bottle of aspirin from her pocket. "This should help - I'm willing to guess you didn't wind up having any water before you passed out last night and you're as dehydrated as fu... um, fudge."

"Technically, I am still drunk. Therefore, dehydration does not apply." He watched Kyle while he took the pills and the orange juice, setting it down on the table. "Vodka would be a better cure," Though that would make his orange juice on the rancid side of fruity, which he had no taste for as of lately.

There was little else to do for the four year old, thus she stood there waiting for Amanda to return and merely pointed for Kyle to which cereal she wanted. He already knew, unlike her brother, who just fed her whatever box he grabbed first.

"Vodka?" Kyle complained. "Is gonna make you drunker, and more likely to barf. Dude, have you considered like just drinking the juice and not complaining every fifteen seconds?" Since Valentia wasn't making decisions, he decided for her, slicing up a banana and putting the slices in the bowl of cereal. "Here, if you're good I'll slice up a banana for you too." Bribery worked on Val, Kyle figured it should work on her brother too. Since he was acting like a four year old.

"Who invited you?" Manuel scowled at Kyle behind the hand that covered his face. Apart of him, well, most of him wanted to shut off his head, shut down his system and crawl into bed, but he knew this was his punishment for being so stupidly drunk. Only he didn't expect this, three against one. It was hardly fair.

"No-one. That's the beauty of having friends. They pop up when you least expect," Amanda told him cheerfully. "Now, Kyle, let's get this happening. A fry up to end all fry ups, yeah?"

Kyle's verbal response was muffled, with another piece of raw sausage in his mouth. But what he meant was clear, given the pair of skillets he set down on the stove, and the other very small one he had given to Valentia, who waved it above her head.