So last night had not exactly gone the way either Verity or Liam had been expecting it to go, to be honest. Which was not to say it was bad, exactly. A little awkward, possibly. Maybe a bit frustrating. But not bad.

But while Verity had been - well, 'startled' would be putting it gently - regarding what had happened instead of actual sex, she'd still asked Liam to stay over. They'd fallen asleep together, content with the idea that they'd talk about things tomorrow. As well as do some things that weren't talking.

Liam being Liam, he'd woken up after a couple hours and slipped out to the living room to do a bit of reading without disturbing Verity's sleep. The mice, naturally, had taken his appearance to mean that the Invocation of the Sacred Law of Food For Privacy had drawn to a close, until he pointed out that he didn't really have the authority to make such decisions.

... Have you ever seen a disappointed mouse face? Because that's what Liam had to deal with, several times over. He'd ended up placating them by ordering a delivery of a couple Mooby Burgers (the only place open at that absurd hour).

Eventually, he headed back to bed, because waking up with Verity was something he'd come to enjoy on the handful of occassions they'd managed it so far. What he wasn't expecting was to be woken up by small, insistent voices.

"Hey," he muttered. "Thought we had a deal, guys."

Yeah, this wasn't the mice, Liam.

[ooc: for the girlfriend, some small children, and the talking mice.]