kicks back and relaxes, sighing as he takes off his glasses and closes his eyes; leaning back into his chair.
yawns, wincing as his jaw cracks," Mn...think its time for bed for me. Work and all guys."
(Spin the bottle? No say it isn't so~!?)
waves a bottle around with a mad grin," Who wants to play spin the bottle truth or dare~?!"
crawls out of bed, yawning and shivering and muttering about torture.
(Gonna call it quits for tonight guys.)
stalks in, growling under his breath about personal space.
"Sorry guys! Danngit! Work, going, now, bye~!"
(brb. Going out for a bit.)