A boy named Sous

Eddie G. woke up, had a leisurely stretch, and glanced around. He didn't remember exactly who he'd gone home with last night, but that wasn't actually anything all that unusual for him, and the person didn't seem to be here at all, so it didn't matter much anyway.

Time to slip out before they could get back.

A quick search through the room revealed that Eddie's own clothes were gone, and whomever he'd shacked up with had awful taste. The only thing in the place worth wearing was a kimono tucked away in a box.

Well. He'd made due with worse.

[ooc: open to the roommate or passersby, but mostly establishy.]

Malcolm woke up nice and slow, blinking around at his surroundings and smacking his lips.

Wait, what time was it? He was going to be late! Mr. Rhodes was going to -- ohhhhhhh wait. It's Saturday! Saturday meant no classes.

"Hey Jake!" he called. "It's Saturday! No classes!" Malcolm was a genius, he was. . . . "Jake? Jaaaake." He looked around. No Jake. But there was rather a lot of hair dye and make up stuff lying around.

Wait, hair dye. Make up. That meant something. What did it mean? It meant. . . .

"Oh wow, I'm in a girl's room! Jake! I'm in a girl's room!"

Oh, right, Jake wasn't here. Where was Jake? Had anybody seen Jake?

[ooc: And Priestly has turned into mini!cheesecake!Jensen! Malcolm from Mr. Rhodes, aka that sitcom no one remembers from the mid-nineties. Post is open should anyone have a reason to be there/stop by.]