[ He lets out a small grunt. Maybe he should. Reluctantly, he lets Ellie hand go, and he braces his hands onto his knees to push himself up. Lucy has got possession of his tie now - she's shaking it about with little playful growling noises. Joel steps past her, kind of swaying a little unsteadily as he does so. He heads out of the room to the bathroom, strips off and has a quick, hot shower.
Not that that does anything to really sober him up: when he returns to the room about ten, maybe fifteen minutes later with a towel around his waist, there's still a kind of subtly ungainly manner in the way he walks. And even though he's brushed his teeth, he still smells of booze. He pulls on a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, hangs the towel over the back of a chair, and head for the bed. ]
Scoot. [ He makes a tired shooing motion at Ellie to give him room, and sags down onto the bed to climb under the covers. ]
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Not that that does anything to really sober him up: when he returns to the room about ten, maybe fifteen minutes later with a towel around his waist, there's still a kind of subtly ungainly manner in the way he walks. And even though he's brushed his teeth, he still smells of booze. He pulls on a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, hangs the towel over the back of a chair, and head for the bed. ]
Scoot. [ He makes a tired shooing motion at Ellie to give him room, and sags down onto the bed to climb under the covers. ]