Perfectly Fine Mansion on Phoenix Way, Wednesday Morning

[newroutines]

Mike woke up feeling like he'd been run over by a truck. A truck carrying cargo made up exclusively of pumpkin spice. This was not unexpected - in fact, he could kinda remember telling Kitty getting absolutely fucking hammered on the free shots had been the whole plan of the evening. This part included.

Still, it was kind of a different thing to talk about and to actually be here in his bed (and boy was he glad he'd at least made it to bed) and suffering. He winced as he reached for his phone. It was time for some emergency takeaway junk.

Except apparently the girl who used to work at Mooby's and who'd had a crush on him and who'd been able to fix up home deliveries for him (and Tamsin, back in the day)... no longer worked at Mooby's. So that was a bust.

With a sigh, he let the phone drop against his chest while stared at the ceiling for a moment, crestfallen. Then he picked it back up. Okay, time to beg Brooke for help.

Hey babe
Can you bring me Moobys?

[ooc: Open post!]

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[gobrookeyourself]

Luckily Brooke was on her way to the store that she owned, and could be late for if need be.

Is this a not-getting-out-of-bed sort of day or something?

[newroutines]

It's kind of a get out of bed as little as possible situation, yeah

Thankfully he also owned his own business, so at least he could make the choice to be a mess today.

[gobrookeyourself]

That didn't sound great.

What do you want?

[newroutines]

Like a cheeseburger meal and one of those muffin things?

He was not going to type out 'Egga Mooby Muffin', killer hangover or no killer hangover.

But as long as it's greasy and salty I don't really care

[gobrookeyourself]

Oh so it's a hangover.

She knew them well.

[newroutines]

Kitty had free vodka shots @ Caritas
Kitty is evil

Kitty was not evil, Kitty was the best.

[gobrookeyourself]

There were free shots and you didn't call me? Your Mooby Land is in jeopardy.

It wasn't.

Probably.

[newroutines]

Pumpkin spice vodka

He hoped that made a difference.

Next time that's on offer, I'm calling you and you can have allllllll the shots and I'll just drink beer like someone way smarter than me

[gobrookeyourself]

Really, Brooke would have been all over the pumpkin spice, because she didn't make terrible decisions because of alcohol anymore as much as her terrible decisions were the type of alcohol she drank.

But she let that one hang for a bit until she was on her way back. Is the door open?

[newroutines]

Probably

He was usually good about keeping it locked at night, because Fandom was quaint but Fandom was also Fandom. But drunk Mike tended not to give a fuck about that.

Call me if it's not

Because he could lower the volume of the ringer on his phone to an acceptable level. He couldn't do the same to his doorbell.

[gobrookeyourself]

Luckily the door was open, and Brooke came in quietly, stopping off in the kitchen for water before coming to the room with that and the food.

"You are so lucky to have me," she greeted him.

[newroutines]

"Oh I am a hundred and twenty percent sure I don't deserve you," Mike told her, because he was in bed in his boxers and she was here looking ready for the day and with food. He felt like a disaster in comparison.

He pushed himself a little more upright on the bed. Slowly. "Never let me forget it. Please."

[gobrookeyourself]

"Done and done," she said, sitting on the bed to put the bag down in front of him. "I'm sure you'll have to repay me with this at some point."

[newroutines]

"Whenever," he said, reaching for the bag. Because. Food. Greasy, salty goodness. "But I seriously don't recommend the pumpkin spice vodka. It's been at least ten hours and I think I still taste it."

[gobrookeyourself]

"Next time try the Brooke Davis. If you're going to get wasted, might as well be on something good."

That was subjective.

[newroutines]

Mike opened the Mooby Land bag and, sorry, but he definitely made a quiet sex noise when the smell fully hit his senses, and he wasn't even sorry.

Also, he basically shoved like a fistful of fries in his face before his brain caught up with what she'd said.

"Wait, I think I'm to hungover to follow," he said. After he'd swallowed, thankfully. "Did you imply there's a drink named after you, or just that the whole concept of getting drunk on something good is named after you?"

[gobrookeyourself]

"Kind of both. They had a party where you could get a drink named after you and you get it for free, so now the Brooke Davis exists," she said proudly.!

[newroutines]

"Well, I'm gonna have to look that up during my next shift," Mike told her, raising his eyebrows.

And, continuing to shove food into his face because yes. It soothed the soul. "See if there's any, like, documentation. I mean, it seems to me that I'm bordering on bad boyfriend slash bartender territory in not being familiar with your signature drink."

[gobrookeyourself]

"I think there's a menu. You're just going to have to get acquainted."

It was Fireball and grenadine. Save yourself.

"So was there a reason for this or were you just reeeeally into the pumpkin spice?"

[newroutines]

"Just really into the pumpkin spice," he joked, before shrugging. "Nah, you know how it is. A guy's gotta let loose sometimes, you know? Get a little further away from work for an evening."

Technically, that was true. Maybe just wasn't the whole truth.

[gobrookeyourself]

"I get that. And it works really welll until it kicks you in the ass," she said, sympathetically.

[newroutines]

"Yeah." That was very emphatic. "My head's killing me. That was not a smart move."

[gobrookeyourself]

"Poor baby. Did you learn your lesson?"

That was a joke. Brooke of all people knew no one really did on this.

[newroutines]

"Fuck no."

Yeah, that was just not going to happen.

He got the burger out of the bag, then chewed thoughtfully on his first bite for a moment. (So good.) "But, like... As far as learning shit goes, at least I make this particular mistake way less often than I used to?" he volunteered. "'Cause back in Tampa, it was like... It was three nights a week, basically."

[gobrookeyourself]

"That honestly sounds exhausting now," Brooke realized.

Whichbwas weird, considering.

[newroutines]

"Yeah, pretty sure I've gotten too old for that kinda schedule."

He was almost thankful.

[gobrookeyourself]

"Which is good for your head and liver, bad for the aspirin makers and Mooby Lands of America," Brooke said, trying not to smile.

[newroutines]

Mike cocked his head at her. "Are you trying to make fun of me?" he asked. "Because if you are, I... am just gonna have to sit here and take it, 'cause you brought me Mooby, like some angel sent straight from junk food heaven."

He knew when good things happened to him, okay.

[gobrookeyourself]

"Yes and it's good that you recognize both those things," she grinned.

[newroutines]

"Well, I'm not as dumb as I look."

Sometimes he was. Just not about this.