#mytime; start

[ofalecs]

After staying up all night, or most of it Alec was tired and sleepy. Also still really drunk. Stumbling back into the hotel's lobby, he sat down on one of the couches. “Don’t have the energy to go to my room, I’m gonna sleep right here okay?” Alec said to the receptionist behind her desk. She was on the phone at the moment and didn’t really listen but he took that as a sign it should be okay.  “It’s really comfy, actually.” He said more to himself than anything else as he laid down on the couch. Closing his eyes, he feel asleep quickly only waking up hours later as he heard a familiar voice coming from somewhere near him. “You're speaking too loud, it's making my headache worse." Alec complained, with his eyes still closed.

[lcngview]

✧        ˖      ・ﾟ       isaac had spent a majority of his first day in amsterdam out by the hotel pool, trying to let his jet-lagged body rest for a bit before he forced it to go out and explore the city in a few hours. while it wasn’t necessarily warm enough for him to be lounging outside in his swim trunks that was where he found himself. the buzzing of a phone close by roused isaac from the nap he hadn’t totally planned on taking; his hand shot out and lightly felt around the lounge chair before he located his phone slid his thumb across the bottom to unlock it. isaac didn’t even bother looking to see who it was that had texted him, asking his whereabouts before typing in a quick reply and letting his phone fall to his chest again. if they really needed him they knew where to find him.

[iivyhq-blog]

The morning after the flight had Ivy feeling dead on their feet. “I know, I know, I should have gone straight to bed after we landed.” Groaning for the last few minutes about how early it felt, Ivy had dragged the other with them to the hotel’s attached dining room for breakfast. “Don’t look at me like that.”