Arms Hotel, Stripper Pole Suite, Monday Morning

[blessed_twice]

Wow, that had been a weird dream. Him and Summer? She was cute and all, and okay, so maybe he'd poached some of his brother's girlfriends before, but that was old Wyatt. New Wyatt was more than happy with Isabel. Whom he certainly wasn't going to tell about the dream. And he sure as hell wasn't going to tell Chris, either.

He snuggled closer to Isabel. Or so he thought.

[For the one who is not Isabel.]

Comments

[blessed_twice]

"It didn't happen!" Wyatt said, going the denial route as he scrambled away from Summer. He looked around the room and took in the evidence of the activities of the night before. Whipped cream smeared the stripper pole. Empty bottles of wine littered the floor. The curtain sashes were tied to the headboard, and was that melted wax on the pillow?

[absolutesnark]

Summer noticed all of that, too, and kind of wanted to disappear forever. "Totally didn't happen!"

[blessed_twice]

"I'm going to close my eyes, and when I open them, you're going to be Isabel," Wyatt said firmly. He squeezed his eyes shut, counted silently to three, and opened them again. Nope, still his brother's girlfriend in his bed.

[absolutesnark]

"I'm not Isabel and you're not Chris," Summer sighed, looking around for any of her clothes so she could get the hell out of here as fast as possible.

[blessed_twice]

"So why was I married to you?" Wyatt said. "Why were we. . . ?" He looked at the stripper pole again, and the whipped cream smeared all over it.

[absolutesnark]

"I don't want to think about it," Summer said, finding her pants. "I just want to get out of here and pretend none of this happened. Oh god, if Chris knew..."

[blessed_twice]

"Chris was probably busy sleeping with my girlfriend," Wyatt said, picking up a pillow and hitting himself in the face with it.

[absolutesnark]

Summer frowned. She didn't like that her boyfriend was sleeping with someone else, but she really couldn't hold it against him. "I hate this place."

[blessed_twice]

"Me too," Wyatt said glumly. "And -- your bra is over there."

[absolutesnark]

"Thanks," Summer said sheepishly. She wrapped the sheet around herself, grabbed her clothes, and went into the bathroom to change.

When she returned, she was already headed for the door. "No offense, Wyatt, but I need to be as far away from you as possible right now."

[blessed_twice]

"I think that's a good idea," Wyatt said. Man, he needed a drink. But the minibar looked empty.

[absolutesnark]

"Okay then, uh, bye!" And then she took off, hoping to avoid Chris for a little while.