"Just five more minutes." For Meryn~
"Meryn.""Jus' five more minutes, Leo," the strawberry-blonde grumbled, face half buried in a pillow. "No. Now," the darker haired man threw a shoe at Meryn's back. The still sleeping man grunted when it hit and lifted his head to shoot his boyfriend an annoyed look. "Stop throwin' things. My head hurts. I jus' need five," his hangover roared between his ears as he pressed his face back into the yielding feathers of the cushion between his arms. Leothyn scowled, "You embarrassed me last night, Meryn. And talk like I taught you. Sound civilized for once."Meryn didn't respond, not wanting to raise Leothyn's ire any more. It didn't work. Leo seethed and threw the shoe's mate, missing by half a foot, "We didn't get half the take we could've because you got drunk and thrown out. That was the Opera gala you dumb bastard. Do you know how many nobles were there? Enough to keep us fed for a year." The blonde's ear flicked and he shrugged, trying to disappear into the mattress as the other thundered out of the lavishly decorated apartment, door slamming behind him.