hasaknightjob: Steven asleep in bed (Steven asleep)
Their time in Cairo had involved Steven leading Llewellyn going through every museum and site they were allowed to get into (and, thanks to Layla, a few that technically they were not). Though Steven and Llewellyn being Steven and Llewellyn meant that enjoying as much of the local food and wine as possible did not get forgotten. There were also these various handwaved details )

On Wednesday Steven and Llewellyn left Cairo for the second half of their holiday, which was to let Llewellyn soak up as much beach and sunshine as possible in Alexandria, which was thankfully having a warm spell the entire time they were there. Funny how that worked out. Ahem.

They checked in to their hotel room, at which point Llewellyn immediately changed and went outside to sun himself like a lizard in their private garden.

Steven, of course, had immediately followed to make sure Llewellyn was appropriately covered in sunscreen. Then there was the rest of the day. And the night. And, er, well... )

Which was why Steven was now curled up on one of the lounge chairs outside wearing only pajama pants and clutching the matching shirt to his chest. Fast asleep.

[for the beau]
hasaknightjob: Marc drinking from a flask (Marc drinking)
When Marc went back to the private residence side after, yanno, everything Watts had taken one look at him and poured them both a drink.

Luckily that hadn't resulted in any singing on either of their parts. Possibly because the booze was thoughtfully getting in the way.

Regardless, Marc eventually decided the thing to do was go to bed and call the day a wash. If the alcohol didn't take care of it, maybe going unconscious would.

It wasn't yet midnight though - no pun on the name of the building intended. Which meant the island's fuckery was still in effect.

Which also meant, in turn, that somewhere in the far back of Marc's mind, someone was singing a song that he'd translated into Spanish.

Of course, Marc never heard that. Steven didn't either. Maybe the faintest ghost of a melody floated out to them but...

Nah. Nothing there.

Funny, that.

[establishy. Watts's part per the man himself, so to speak.]

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