   ( starter based on the prompt : julian and blake playing a sports game together . . . for @tearburned ) he’s by no means ATHLETIC ; what he actually is . . . is drunk. the early hours of the morning remain bleak and dark and had winter not succumbed their small town, julian would’ve used an early sunset as an excuse to head home. but nowadays light doesn’t peak over the horizon until well past his bedtime and he finds himself staying behind at a party that shouldn’t have carried on for as long as it has. some people have left, most have passed out. but julian apolskis and blake fraser have located the household’s ping-pong table. “ this is more fun with beer. ” he announces, the ball flying right past him for the third time in a row. “ for fuck’s sake . . . ” its picked back up, cupped in callous hands. “ you know you’re supposed to HIT the table first, right. ”Â
