Rude awakening
May. 4th, 2009 12:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nomorekaraokeLate night, like any other night that isn't technically a night to remember, Lorne sits in his office with his 'morning' coffee, spiked with whatever liqueur he could find in his liquor cabinet. It's organizing time, and by that we don't mean party-planning, we mean cleaning up the mess that is his desk (and however far as the metaphorical fallout reaches).
Well, mostly he's just sipping his cuppa Joe and trying to wake up.
It shouldn't be that much of a problem considering the distinct lack of sleeping he got today.
But speak of the snoozing devil, his cell phone comes alive, literally vibrating and singing to the high heavens. It's Queen this time around. A quirky little tune called Lazing on a Sunday Afternoon.
Not that that's what he's doing.
Well, mostly he's just sipping his cuppa Joe and trying to wake up.
It shouldn't be that much of a problem considering the distinct lack of sleeping he got today.
But speak of the snoozing devil, his cell phone comes alive, literally vibrating and singing to the high heavens. It's Queen this time around. A quirky little tune called Lazing on a Sunday Afternoon.
Not that that's what he's doing.
