muse:hangover clock.

a/n:i was listening to "boys boys boys" by lady gaga, and this idea just ran through my mind. i've got to write it down, or it'll be gone forever. i wasn't exactly sure how to pull this off, so this is all kinda word vomit. the ending is horrid, i know. if any of you want to take this as an idea for your story, feel free to.

muse:

jeremy could always tell what time of the evening it was based off of his cousin. said family member, mark, was always in a different funk each hour of the early morning starting sometime around 12. the first hour of the night brought around a more civilized air to mark's normally outrageously rambunctious behavior. he claimed it was because in a past life, he had been a high ranking official, and important meetings with the emperor were always at midnight and no silliness was acceptable at all. to jeremy, that made about as much sense as a using a brick to blow bubbles, but he played along with it because mark was prone to making strange, out-in-left-field comments. one o' clock brought with it a rather songful mark. mark never sang at all during the day, he was silly without being too vocal. but once one rolled around in the morning, mark would open his mouth and belt out the most beautiful sounding ballads, his voice rich and velvety. people who heard mark in passing were always spellbound by his performance, and jeremy used the opportunity to garner a small amount of funds (not that it was a regular source of income, never why do you ask?). the next few hours were mostly quiet from mark, but once four came around he was the tipsiest person alive. jeremy swore that even the drunkest irishman could never amount to the insanity that came with mark at around 4 in the morning. the next few hours would always be marked with either ridiculously inebriated comments or emotional upheavals so violent that jeremy always made sure that mark had someone with him. 

this particular night as he helped mark stumble around on the sidewalk after their latest adventure, jeremy hoped that he'd get both of them home in time so that nobody would realize that they'd gone out in search of something mark had mentioned in drunken passing the night before.