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Gabriel and Jean-Paul catch up the morning after a rowdy Halloween out on the town and away from the mansion.

Water. Gabriel needed water.

The sun was peering in through the curtains of whatever Brooklyn apartment he'd ended up in. He shut the bedroom door behind him, looking at the tall twink he'd spent the night with. The name escaped him. One was Tim. His roommate was Tom. Gabriel had no idea which was which. It hadn't mattered.

The door closed, and he looked at the apartment. The clouds moved, and the sun grew brightener. He winced and looked down at the floor, only noticing the amount of glitter that had made its way onto his feet.

He sighed and looked back up. Water.

Jean-Paul had attempted to wipe the orange and black glitter off of himself with a towel stolen from a closet at random, but it was a lost cause. Which was why, as Gabriel approached the kitchen, the Quebecois was standing at the counter. He had one mostly-bare hip braced against the Formica, his very tiny green shorts doing their level best to keep him almost decent (and failing).

There were, however, two unopened bottles of water on the counter beside his ridiculous little green beret. Jean-Paul held a third in his hand, half-empty, and a fourth bottle was empty near the sink. "Bonjour," he said, quirking an eyebrow at Gabriel.

Gabriel grunted in response, reaching for one of the bottles. He looked over Jean-Paul, his lip twitching upward slightly, then focused on twisting off the cap. "Your voice is loud," he observed.

Smirking, Jean-Paul said, "Your hangover, it is very large." For his part, he was not experiencing nearly the hangover he'd expected, but he wasn't going to complain

"Mais oui," Gabriel raised an eyebrow. The cap finally came off the bottle, and he tossed it toward the sink. It fell short and landed on the floor. "We drank a lot." He raised the bottle to his lips and drank half of it in one big chug. "A lot, a lot."

"Yes," Jean-Paul said, amused. "Do you remember which..." He gestured toward the couch, obviously attempting to indicate the bedrooms to either side of it.

"Which what?" Gabriel raised an eyebrow, a smirk coming to his face. He turned, opening the cabinets in search of some kind of snack. "Already forgotten which bedroom you came out of? That unmemorable?"

"I cannot remember his name," Jean-Paul said, shrugging. "They were very similar names and I did not very much care at the time."

"Tim and Tom," Gabriel was grinning now. "Tim and Tom, from Texas." He took another sip. "One was Sexy Mario, and one was Sexy Luigi, and no." He looked back toward the doors. "Couldn't tell you which was which."

Saluting Gabriel with his water bottle, Jean-Paul nodded. "This is all I remember as well." Then he smirked again, finished his water, and picked up the shirt he'd stolen from... whichever Mario Brother he'd slept with the night before. "But for the Texas part. I did not remember that. It explains the shirt." Holding it up, he snorted at the logo on the back.

"Ugh." Gabriel responded with an almost visceral grimace. The shirt was burnt orange and had a longhorn on the back. "Get that out of my face." With a sense of dread, he looked down to find the pair of athletic shorts he'd grabbed off the floor had the Texas flag emblazoned on them. "Jesus."

"Oui," Jean-Paul said, laughing despite himself. The expression on Gabriel's face was priceless. He wished he'd pulled his phone out in time to snap a picture for posterity. "Best, I think, that we leave soon. Before either of them are conscious."

"Yeah." Gabriel nodded. He downed the rest of the water bottle in his hand. "And brunch. I need brunch." He gave Jean-Paul the once-over, his eyes perhaps lingering too long in certain places. "Maybe we'll buy you some pants first. That costume is not..." He shook his head. "You took sexy elf too literally."

Looking down at himself, Jean-Paul shrugged, then pulled the atrocious shirt over his head. It came down about as far as the green shorts. "This is a good plan, most probably. But then yes, brunch. Mon Dieu, I could eat a whole stack of pancakes. And possibly one of waffles, also."

Gabriel snorted. Jean-Paul looked ridiculous. "Yeah. I know a place," he said after a second. "Wait's gonna suck, but whatever." He grabbed the second water bottle, then looked back at the doors. "Do we leave a note or...?"

Jean-Paul picked up his beret, asking, "Why?" Glancing back toward Gabriel, eyebrows raised, he continued, "Mine was not so good that I want a repeat with him."

"I mean, we're stealing four water bottles, and, like an entire outfit." Gabriel caught sight of himself in a mirror in the hall as he turned. There was glitter everywhere. "I am, anyway. Can't really wear any thing from my costume in public." He shrugged. "Can't say I care, but thought you might have scruples or some shit."

"... one night stand scruples?"

"Well, the theft part, asshole." Gabriel rolled his eyes. "I mean, we haven't known each other that long."

Rolling his eyes, Jean-Paul said, "No, I have no scruples about taking a pair of very ugly shirts and one pair of very ugly pants from these people who obviously need to buy better clothing." He looked down at himself again, expression perturbed when he glanced back toward Gabriel. "I will burn this when we are home again."

Gabriel let out a laugh, then clapped his hand over his mouth so he wouldn't wake Tim and Tom up. "Be careful," he said, the mirth still clear on his features. "Don't mess with Texas."

Jean-Paul gave Gabriel a once-over, then shrugged as he walked toward the door. "I like messing with Texas."

"Yeah," Gabriel couldn't help but smile. "I know."