18 Apocalypse Ave, [Sunday Morning]

It had been a mistake not investing in a good set of drapes, James decided, as the morning sun slid into his eyes, despite his best efforts to screw them shut. Frowning, he sat up and reached across to the night stand to check what the time was apart from 'far too early'.

Unfortunately, the problem with expensive watches like his was that they all too often had a date feature. Which made cheerful repression just that much more harder. Still frowning, he kept staring at the watch.

[for one, but open to any of the housemates if they want]

Bond's Office Hours [Monday]

Bond had started drinking yesterday afternoon, and despite pacing himself, hadn't really stopped since. He had, however, run out of his ready supply of alcohol in his room and since he had absolutely no desire to be there without the anaesthetic effects of 100 proof, he'd made his way to his office to raid his emergency stash.

If anyone asked, he'd claim he was preparing for class on Wednesday.

[door is closed, post is open]