John raised an eyebrow a little at the 'beer me' comment, because Bobby Drake made a surprisingly authentic frat boy. Crossing to the fridge, he pulled out a few beers he'd already had chilled, put them into a bucket, and sat that on the table, a testament to how much he thought Bobby might drink. Or maybe an offering.
"Consider yourself beered," he murmured, fixing his beer, and taking a satisfied bite. "And if you wake up at 3am, I'll probably still be studying, so I'll give you a cuddle and tell you to get back to sleep."
He took another bite, and pushed the bowl of fries he'd prepared in Bobby's direction, before reaching to grab a beer for himself.
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Date: 2015-09-23 12:01 am (UTC)"Consider yourself beered," he murmured, fixing his beer, and taking a satisfied bite. "And if you wake up at 3am, I'll probably still be studying, so I'll give you a cuddle and tell you to get back to sleep."
He took another bite, and pushed the bowl of fries he'd prepared in Bobby's direction, before reaching to grab a beer for himself.
"So. How is everyone?"