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Roommates Meme

The Roommates Meme

Whether its in the dorms at college or just because it costs too much to live alone, sometimes you just end up sharing a living space with someone else. A roommate. Or even more than one. Sometimes they're your friends and others you hate their guts. Its not always easy adjusting to living with other people.

- Post with your characters, listing name and canon in the subject line along with any prefs.
- The person that replies is now your character's roommate.
- Either set a scenario of your own or use the RNG to pick one.
- Have fun threading things out!

1. Moving In - Say hello to your brand new roomie! They're moving in today. Are you going to help them with their boxes? Hopefully you get along.

2. Moving Out - For whatever reason, you're parting ways. One of you is moving out. Will it be a tearful goodbye or are you going to tell them not to let the door hit them on the way out?

3. Best Friends - You and your roommate have been together a long while and you've become great friends. Hang out, order a pizza, watch TV. Have some fun with this great person you live with!

4. Angry! - Maybe they left the bathroom a mess. Maybe they're just way too loud at night or they ate the last of your cereal. Whatever the reason, you're angry at your roommate. Maybe they're mad too. Have a fight or try to work it out somehow.

5. Falling for them - You didn't think it would happen but it has. That roommate of yours is just your type and you've fallen for them. Will you tell them or keep it to yourself? Maybe they already know and are trying to figure out things for themselves.

6. Wildcard - Roll again or pick your own. Whatever looks fun.

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"Really, cause I'd love to meet them," he says sarcastically.

Wait Monroe is a good influence? Well damn.

Monroe snorts and there's a little more than a faint hint of an amused smile on his face. Got you there Nick. He finally just won one.

Ok so this awkward thing really was awkward. He figured it would be a little embarrassing, but Nick has started reorganizing his pasta instead of joking about it.

Monroe stares at Nick for a moment, confused. Did she think there was something going on between them? There wasn't but that didn't mean that Monroe didn't wish there was.

"She thought?" He's not going to mortify Nick by actually saying it allowed. He's definitely not mortified by the idea.

She got mad because you used me as an excuse for where you've been?" That didn't make any sense. Monroe figures it's not midnight but they needed more beer for this conversation. He gets up and comes back in carrying the case. "Why were you talking about me? Why didn't you just tell her you had to do stake outs, or investigate, or whatever you do all day?"

Clearly there is no real reason why Nick would be talking about him. Just to make up reasons for why he wasn't home? Apparently Nick can't lie to save his life, or his relationships. If it wasn't for the not 'fitting' together anymore stuff, Monroe would have offered to back him up that nothing was going on.

"Hilarious," Nick comments. "You trying to give me a heart attack?"

On Nick, when it comes to not having the mindset on Wesen that most Grimms have? Pretty much.

Good job, Monroe. Go ahead and enjoy that victory, it happens rarely enough. But Nick still smiles back.

Yeah, it was really awkward. Nick would've just joked it off instead of actually coming right out and just asking if they could drop it if it had been just a little embarrassing.

And Monroe staring at him in confusion isn't exactly helping matters. He resists the urge to hunch his shoulders and keeps his face neutral, though he's a little bit miserable at the moment.

Then there's some relief when Monroe seems to get it, and not only does Nick not have to explain further, but Monroe didn't even specifically say it.

Except then it's ruined, when Monroe keeps talking, and he grimaces. "No, not because I used it as an excuse."

Nick reaches gratefully for another beer, popping the top and taking a long swallow, downing half of it in one go. "I didn't want to lie to her more than I had to. And she and Hank talked, she'd have realized I wasn't working late. I never would've been able to stop myself from talking about you every time I wanted to, anyway. There wasn't much else to talk about, pretty much all I do these days is cases, Grimm work, beers with the guys, and hang out with you."

And Nick'd realized recently that, well, he didn't really have a problem with that.

"She just - jumped to conclusions."

"What you haven't been trying to give yourself one?" Or to Monroe. Seriously what is wrong with him. Nick is going to have to join Dean and Cass's club.

Can Nick start telling people that? Because then maybe other wesen would stop trying to beat him up.

He's going to get a plaque that says 'I trolled Nick' on it.

Monroe is getting the feeling that he should have dropped it. But it's a little late for that since Nick is talking again. And apparently he should have stopped talking sooner.

"You talk to her about me?" That's not the point Monroe. Face palm. But he sorta figured he and Grimm work were Nick's dirty little secrets. He knew he couldn't tell people about the Grimm stuff, he just figured he got lumped under that same category. But hey at least talking about this isn't talking about Juliette. That's helpful right?

Monroe really wished she was right about those conclusions.

He grins. "Me? Nah. I don't scare myself by getting into trouble." Hey, it's not Nick's fault he keeps getting all the Wesen cases.

Nick would, but he doubts that would have much effect on the Reapers.

It's a plaque that very few have.

Yeah, Nick would've definitely appreciated Monroe dropping it. But unfortunately, it seems like it's too late for that.

It'd been that way originally, where he'd tried to hide it, as well as he could. Which turned out to be not very well at all, considering that even when he'd tried to hide it, he'd still ended up talking about Monroe enough that even Hank thought to go to Monroe about a watch before anyone else.

"Yeah, I think we've established that part," Nick says dryly, because when in doubt, fall back on sarcasm. "Too much, apparently. I don't think she really thought... I mean, she knows me well enough to know that I'd never-"

No, he still doesn't want to actually say it.

"But she was still suspicious. And it was hard to explain why I was here so much, when I couldn't mention that part of it was Grimm work."

"No you just scare everyone else." And by everyone else he means himself. "You really don't have a sense of self preservation."

Damn. I was worth a try.

He'll put it on the mantle above the fireplace.

Sorry.

"Go for a guy" Monroe opens another beer and takes a long drink. He already figured that part, but that it was another thing to have it confirmed. He does a pretty good job of keeping the disappointment out of his voice. His girlfriend was an idiot. A bigger idiot than Nick. She should have known that Nick would leave her for him.

"You didn't have to come over here so much. I would've still helped." No reason to ruin your relationship over him.

"Hey, I do so," Nick protests. "I'm still alive, aren't I?"

Nick'd rather send out the message that anyone who wants to hurt Monroe has to go through him, anyway.

So that way Nick can see it every time he comes over?

Nick grabs another beer as well - his fourth, and no, he's not planning on slowing down - then pauses. "What? No," Nick says, confused. "No, I meant - cheat." And now he'd had to say it, thanks, Monroe. He gulps down some of the beer. "It would've been easier if she didn't think I'd go for a guy."

He takes another long pull from the bottle. "I didn't come over here as much as I did just to get you to help me. I did it because I wanted to."

"It's a testament to all my hard work."

What was that about not having a death wish? Besides most of the things that want to kill Monroe would love to kill Nick.

Well who else would see it?

"Why would she think you'd go for a guy," He grabs his forth beer as well. And yes Monroe that was the important part. Want to get back on topic? No? Ok.

"Oh" He liked coming over. He smiles slightly. "For what it's worth, I liked you coming over."

Beer isn't affecting his brain at all.

"You know, I did manage to keep myself alive for a fairly long period of time before I met you," Nick informs him, but he's grinning. "It kind of is, though. So thanks."

Too bad. They're not going to get to kill either of them, if Nick has anything to say about it.

Good point.

"...because I have before?" Nick raises an eyebrow at Monroe, vaguely confused. That's what he chooses to ask about? Maybe Monroe's going for the 'distract him from the uncomfortable topic about your girlfriend breaking up with you in part because she suspects you might want to cheat on her' technique. "Juliette and I were friends before we got together. She knows I've dated guys."

He finishes the rest of his beer and eyes the remaining bottles, considering another one. Yeah, one more sounds good.

But Monroe's comment - and smile - makes Nick smile as well. "It's worth a lot, actually."

He makes a noncommittal sound. It's fine if he says it but it's strange to have someone thank him for something he's done. The only people that ever thank him for anything are Nick and Hap. Well it used to be Hap. Anyway the point was he's not used to it.

Well hopefully if Nick had anything to say about it they wouldn't die. Monroe would be pissed if someone wanted to kill them and Nick just say 'go for it'.

"Oh" Right ok so one of the hundred reasons why nothing would ever happen between them was gone. Now if only he wasn't a bultbad. Or such a jackass. Even though that was a very very small reason that was changed he felt pretty happy. He's going to caulk that up to the beer. Is he smiling?

"It still doesn't make sense why she'd think you'd be interested in me." Mood whiplash. And notice that it's why Nick would be interested in him. Not why would Monroe be interested in Nick. Another generous swig of beer, not quite ready for his 5th beer, but he's not going to let Nick get that far ahead of him.

"At least now you don't have to worry spending all you time here." Was that insensitive? It sounded kinda like it was. But it was true. Nick could spend as much time as he liked here now. Like living on his couch level of spending time here. Nick could live on his couch right?

Monroe smiles slightly back. At least he meant it to be a slight smile. It ends up bigger that normal thanks to all that alcohol in rapid succession.

Monroe better get used to it, because Nick's not going anywhere.

Ha ha, very funny. Monroe knows what Nick meant.

Yeah, Monroe is definitely smiling, and Nick's eyebrow raises further, amused. "Glad you're so pleased about my dating experience," he comments, taking another drink of his beer. And no, he hasn't connected Monroe smiling at that to any indication that Monroe wants something to happen between them.

"She had a list," Nick says, more open to sharing now that he's just about done with his fifth beer. "I'd rather spend time with you than her. I never smiled at her the way I smiled when I talked to you on the phone. I talked to you more than I talked to her. I obviously trusted you more than her, since I never hid anything from you. Though she had to be speculating on that one, since there's no way she could have known for sure. Half the time she asked about my day, you were involved. I spent more on things for you than I did for her."

Nick shrugs, finishing off his fifth beer and reaching absently for a sixth. "They're all true, of course, but most of them can be explained by Grimm work."

Key word: most. He pops open the beer and takes a swig. "You're reacting to this a lot better than I thought."

Then Nick chuckles, slightly humorlessly. "Yeah. Not that I ever really did before, but now I can spend all the time here I want, until you get tired of me." Another drink. "It's not like it's going to change all that much. Most of what I did before was work, Grimm stuff, beers with the guys, and hang out with you."

Monroe is starting to believe that.

Who cares? It was funny.

His smile drops. Uh-he hadn't meant to do that. He finishes off the rest of his beer in one swig. Then reaches for another. "Uh that's not what I- Never mind"

He keeps drinking while Nick is explaining her long, long, long list. If he keeps his lips on the bottle he won't say anything dumb right?

"That's a long list." Really? Who makes a list. But actually all of those sounded pretty damn suspicious. "She's jealous of the way you smile when you're talking to me?"

How was he smiling? And then another though occurred to him. "Why did you do all that if it was pissing her off?"

Yeah yeah yeah it'd explained by Grimm work. Now go back to the odd smiles and spending too much money on him.

"What should I do? Throw a beer in your face? Show up on her door step so she gets why she didn't have anything to worry about? Hug you and tell you everything'll be ok?" He snorts. Come on Nick. He has no reason to be upset about anything. If anything he's pissed at Juliette for hurting Nick because she was freaked out about something that would never happen. How dumb was she?

"What more do you need." As far as Monroe is concerned that is way more than enough. He just replaces drinks with the guys with playing the cello and Pilates.

Then obviously Nick's doing his job right.

It was not. Okay, it was a little.

Nick's brows furrow a bit at that. "That's not what you what?" But Nick's more focused on other things, really - like beer - so if Monroe brushes the question off, he'll forget about it.

There's a chuckle at Monroe's comment, though even Nick's not sure if there's any amusement behind it. "Yeah. And that's just the ones I remembered." He shrugs again, taking another drink of his beer. "I guess. It's not like I stared in a mirror every time I talked to you, so I have no idea what the hell she meant."

And another drink of his beer. Nick's officially lost track of what number he's on. "It wasn't like I did it on purpose. I didn't go 'oh, you know what, I think I'll talk to Monroe all day today and ignore Juliette' or 'yeah, I'll buy this couple hundred dollar bottle of wine for Monroe and not get Juliette anything, that'll be fun.' I just - we have Grimm work, and I like spending time with you. If it'd just been one or the other, she probably wouldn't have been suspicious. Or maybe she would, I don't know, I didn't even know she was getting upset about it until she started talking about choices I had to make and shit."

Monroe's questions make Nick snort as well. "That'd be overly dramatic, and a waste of alcohol. Showing up on her doorstep will probably just creep her out, and definitely not make her get why she doesn't have to worry. And no, that wasn't what I expected, but hey, if you're giving out hugs-" Another shrug, another drink. "I don't know, I guess I just expected you to be weirded out. Not exactly every day that someone's best friend tells him that his girlfriend broke up with him partly because she suspected he was in love with him."

There's a moment where Nick stills at Monroe's question about what more he needs, gaze intense as he watches Monroe, because maybe - he thinks there might be - then he shakes his head with a laugh. "Not much, actually. There's really not much else I'd rather be doing."

Pretty much.

"That's not what I what, what?" Nick makes some sense.

"Oh. ok then." So he didn't smile differently when he talked about him. Great. Way to get your hopes up. Monroe should have known better. It's pretty damn obvious Nick loved his girlfriend or he wouldn't have been so upset about the break up. His face drops. He drinks more. Guess who's heading into being an emo drunk. This guy.

"Choices? Like what?" She gave him an ultimatum? That was just a horrible idea.

Best friend? They're best friends? That's not completely what he wants but that means that he won't probably ditch him when he finally reads the books. And it's been awhile since he's had a best friend. He finishes the last of his beer and reaches for another one. "That's the only thing Coors is good for."

"Really? It happens to me everyday." Ok it never happens, Hap didn't usually have serious girlfriends. And he had been with Angelina. No one cheated on her. That was her thing. "Why would I care what she thinks."

Way he worried about it. "You ok with her thinking that?"

Nick wasn't grossed out by the idea right? Clearly he needs to drink more. Glug glug.

Monroe actually smiles. It's a drunken smile but still. "How sad it that?"

"But really there's nothing else I'd rather be doing." Monroe doesn't Nick shoulder touch thing. Or at least tries to.

Nick frowns for a moment at that, because he has no idea what Monroe's talking about. Then he - sort of remembers. "You said 'that's not what I-' but then you cut off."

And Nick notices that face dropping. Of course he does, he's Nick. But because he's also heading into drunk Nick, he feels the need to comment on it, to make it better. "She's probably right. I don't remember ever smiling as much as I do when I talk to you."

That question about choices deserves another drink. "About how I needed to rethink my priorities. I was a cop before we got together, she knew how important my job is, but somewhere that changed, and she started making comments about knowing what it's like having a guy disappear on you. She never outright said you or her, but this last phone call, she came pretty close."

Yeah, they're best friends. As far as Nick's concerned, anyway, and this time he didn't even stutter when he said it! "If you had any Coors around here, I'd have to throw it in your face."

Nick just raises an eyebrow at that. Yeah, Monroe, he doesn't believe that it happens every day at all. "I don't know. Guess I thought you might just be weirded out by the idea of me being in love with you."

He laughs at Monroe's question, then downs the rest of whatever number of beer he's on, because he doesn't actually know how else to reply to that. "She broke up with me, Monroe. I don't give a shit what she thinks any more." And that's - mean, too mean. He sighs. "I don't like that she thought I'd be tempted to cheat. But the rest of it-" He shrugs.

Time for another beer. And then he smiles back at Monroe. "It's not sad. It's what I want. I never wanted more than being a detective, helping people and stopping bad guys, hanging out with my friends and having someone who understood to - to spend time with." He falters briefly there, because he'd almost said 'to come back home to.'

Then his smile grows. "Really? Even though I shoved my way in here, regardless of what you wanted?"

"I did?" Part of it is that he's too drunk to remember exactly what it was, the other part of it was that he knew it had something to do with feelings. More specifically feelings about Nick. So he wasn't bothering to try and remember what he had been saying.

Monroe smiles when Nick says he smiles when he talks to him. Nick does smile a lot when he's at Monroe's house. "You smile a lot."

"She's kinda a bitch. Just saying." She knew he was a cop, what did she expect?

Monroe snorts, "Dude at least throw it at my chest. I don't wanna risk getting any in my mouth."

Nick's in love with him? Seriously? Playing that back in his head he catches onto the word 'idea' and now he's back to being sad. "I wouldn't be weirded out by that."

Would Nick be weirded out by that? Because if he was then Monroe should either stop drinking or drink more. He's going to go with drink more right now. He needs it.

"The rest of it?" Go on? That's the part about Monroe right? Talk about that more. He can take it.

"I wasn't all that happy in the beginning, but things have gotten more interesting since I stopped slamming the door on your face." He smiles back at Nick. See he can be ok with them just being bros.

"Yeah," Nick agrees, then eyes the bottle of beer in his hand. "But I'm not sure how many drinks ago that was, so I have no idea what you were replying to."

He's smiling at Monroe's comment even before he finds amusement in the fact that his automatic response to Monroe saying he smiles a lot is to smile. "I take my happiness where I can get it. Lately, that's mostly with you."

Nick makes a face at that. "She wasn't always like this. It's not all her fault, I - I have been working more lately, with the Grimm stuff, too. And I have been lying to her a lot, and I have liked spending time with you more than I did with her lately, and it's just - we just don't fit." He's said that before, he knows, but it's all he's got right now.

Then he laughs, taking another drink of his beer. "That's what you'd get for keeping it around the house, man."

He moves to drink from the bottle again, but pauses when Monroe says he wouldn't be weirded out if Nick was in love with him. Wait, what? That's not the kind of thing you just say to something. 'Yeah, man, it'd be totally cool if you were in love with me.' Unless you just want the ego boost of someone being in love with you, but that doesn't sound like Monroe.

No, wait, Nick'd said 'idea.' That... doesn't change it all that much. All right, Nick's just going to have to go with Monroe speaking in purely hypothetical terms, because he's not sure he can handle it otherwise. "Good, that lack of being weirded out will come in handy in the future." ...what you're trying to imply there, Nick?

It takes Nick a moment to realize what Monroe is talking about with 'the rest of it,' then he shrugs. "I'm not giving up being a detective or a Grimm, if she still knew me at all she should have known that. The points she made about you, well, they were true, even if she doesn't understand the why behind some of them. I guess - she can think what she wants."

He chuckles softly at that. "Interesting's one word for it. But for what it's worth, I'm really glad you did stop trying to slam the door in my face." Emphasis on trying, there, since it never did work.

"And you think I remember." He wiggles his now empty bottle before grabbing his whatever number he's on bottle. What had they been talking about?

Monroe snorts. "Then you need to get out more."

"I don't know much about relationships, but I'm pretty good with break ups. Now's the point when you trash talk her. Not talk about how it's not her fault." Come on Nick, now's the time to get angry and talk about keying her car. "Besides it's not like she can do any better than you."

He snorts. "Come on that stuff was never meant for consumption."

No that doesn't sound like Monroe. The only reason he'd be ok with it would be because then he'd have a boyfriend. And he wouldn't have to come up with hundreds of reasons why he shouldn't kiss him. Come on Nick use those awesome detective skills and Grimm psychic powers.

Can't handle it in anything other than hypothetical terms. Right he'll just slink off into his drunken corner, tail between his legs.

"It'll come in handy?" Did he sound hopeful? He probably shouldn't have, it'll make things awkward. But the alcohol is getting to his brain, and being hopeful doesn't seem like that big of a deal right now.

"Oh that's the rest." Why does that sound a little sulky. Right, stupid optimistic drunk Monroe. He hates that guy. The whys behind everything with Monroe was Grimm stuff. "No one cares what she thinks."

Right just bros. Get your bro face on. His what? He smiles slightly. "Yeah it makes it easier for you to barge in."

"Yeah, good point, I have a way better memory than you, and even I can't remember it." Beer good?

Nick laughs. "No I don't. I get out plenty. Way too much, actually, if I had more time to myself all I'd want to do is hang out here with you."

And there's another chuckle at that. "Apparently I can't even manage to do break-ups right. All right, she was too... boring. Normal. And I thought I wanted that, you know, but when it came down to it, what I really want is someone who understands. Who I don't have to hide stuff from. And she could never keep up with me, I always had to reign in the snark around her."

He reaches out to clink his bottle against Monroe's. "Amen to that. You're coming with me next time I go drinking with the Hank and Wu, man, I need someone on my side."

He's working on it. His awesome detective skills and Grimm psychic powers are a little bit dulled right now, considering how many beers he's had. That, and considering the topic of their conversation is supposed to be about Nick's girlfriend dumping him, it's a little hard to imagine someone else being interested in him at the moment.

Only because he's not sure his drunken, just broken up with brain can handle Monroe wanting Nick to be in love with him. It might short circuit a little.

Nick laughs at Monroe's question. "Yeah. In the high likelihood that I fall in love with you some time in the future, at least I know you won't be weirded out by it and will be good enough to put up with me anyway." But unfortunately, because Nick's a troll, it's... kind of hard to tell whether he's serious or not.

"You were expecting something else?" he asks, frowning slightly. He's pretty sure he covered the rest of what Juliette thought, but it's harder to remember at the moment.

"And now that it's easier, I'll never stop barging," Nick informs him, standing up. "And speaking of, I'm going to barge my way over to the couch, because sitting in a chair getting drunk isn't nearly as fun as doing it on a couch." And also because Nick is a grabby drunk, and it's hard to get grabby at Monroe when he's across the table. He grabs Monroe's arm, tugging on him. "Come on."

"You have a better memory than me? So what Grimms are the elephants of the wesen world now?" Mmmmm beer. He takes another drink. What the hell are they even talking about?

"Really" Monroe looks at Nick like he's nuts. Who would want to hang out here? Seriously Nick needs to get out and have some fun. Go to a bar. Meet some woman. Not call her back. Have a normal person's life.

"There you go." See you can do the proper break up thing. And Monroe is sure he lied about the end of that. "Wait you can reign in the snark?

Monroe clinks back automatically. Wait why does Nick want him to go drinking with his friends? He takes another swig of his beer. "You want me to go out drinking with your friends? No, no, not a chance. That cannot turn out well."

It should be easy for Nick to imagine someone else being interested. Has he looked in a mirror? Ever?

You mean it isn't normally short circuited? Because that would explain a lot to Monroe.

"High likelihood?" Was that Nick trolling? Or was he really likely to fall in love with him? His drunk brain is having a hard time with that. He really wants to think Nick isn't trolling him but, well it's Nick.

"No?" Not expecting anything else. Just hoping something else. Well not hoping. Hoping meant he though there might be the smallest chance that it could come true. Dreaming maybe? Yeah dreaming that maybe there was some truth behind what she was scared of. And now he's finished his beer. Damn. Time for a new one.

"You better not." Monroe stands up, well kinda, and grabs the rest of the beers. He'd say he walked over to the couch except that it really couldn't be called walking. He's pretty much just staggering, but he gets to the couch.

"Apparently," Nick says, taking a drink as well. "Or maybe it's just me and my mad detective skills. Or the art thing, I don't know."

He makes a face. "Yes, really, and stop giving me that look. I'm not crazy for wanting to hang out with you. It's comfortable here. You know, when it's not being crazy and exciting and Grimm-y. It's a good mix." Nick doesn't want to meet some woman and not call her back, thanks. He's had enough of women for a while.

"I need to learn to stop what I'm saying one sentence sooner," Nick says with a laugh. "Yeah, I can reign it in. You think I snark at witnesses and family members and suspects all the time? I usually only do it with friends. It sucks having to reign it in, though."

Too late, Monroe clinked back. Now the deal is sealed. "It can turn out amazingly. You'll have fun, it'll just be Hank and Wu."

There's more important things than looks, geez. Apparently Nick is too much of a detective and a Grimm for someone to be interested.

Hey. Hey. Shut up.

Nick's absolutely planning on answering that question, he is, because it seems like it might be important - but also, because it might be Monroe snarking in return for trolling, which, really, is important as well - but now he's got it into his mind to move to the couch, and he has the single-minded-ness of someone well on his way to being drunk.

There was a lot of truth behind what Juliette'd thought. Not that Nick really realized it until she pointed it out and made him thought about it, but yeah. It was pretty true. Or at least, well on its way to becoming true.

"I won't," Nick promises as he stumbles after Monroe to the couch. He flops down onto it, half on the couch and half leaning against Monroe. "You're stuck with me for a really long time, now." He takes another drink of his current, dwindling beer, then frowns at Monroe.

"I was supposed to answer something for you. Oh! High likelihood." Nick laughs, then says teasingly, "I'm halfway there already, dude, don't pretend you haven't noticed."

"The art thing? Don't tell me. You've been moon lighting as a finger painter." Monroe has all kinds of faith in Nick's artistic abilities.

Has he had enough of men? Just asking. Since the topic came up. and Monroe is tempted to roll his eyes at him. "You know normally I'd point out how ridiculous it is for a Grimm to feel comfortable getting drunk and spending his time on a blutbad's couch, but I'm not even going to bother. It wouldn't bother you anyway."

"That's what they do on CSI. Figured you'd been watching them too much." Yes Monroe figures Nick snarks are witnesses and family members. He is about 30 seconds from buying Nick a pair of dark sunglasses.

"So much fun. Until one of them shows up in a red shirt. You don't need two friends at work right?" He says giving him a pointed look. He is not going to go out for drinks with Nick's friends. His control isn't at it's strongest while he's drunk. Plus he might say something about oh he doesn't know- all the cases that are Grimm related that he's been tampering with!

Come on, who doesn't like one of Portland's finest?

Except that he's not answering it. So he was just trolling him. Great.

At least she was good for something if she got Nick to start thinking about his feeling. Maybe Monroe will send her a fruit basket if things work out. And a plane ticket to the arctic. What? She doesn't get to get off easily for breaking Nick's heart even if it worked out for him in the end. Nick was still hurt.

Monroe smiles at Nick. Good. He doesn't want to lose Nick. He doesn't want to go back to being alone. "Good. And I'm holding you to that."

He really wants to pull Nick into a Hap style hug,, but he hasn't had enough to drink so he just tosses one arm over the back of the couch.

Wait what was that? He furrows his brow trying to makes sense of Nick's conversation. "You're half way there?" To being in love with me?"

There is no way he got that right. No way. Nick probably switched conversations on him. Or was thinking aloud. Right? Ow Brain.

"Fingerpainting is a highly respected art in some circles," Nick informs him. "Also, ouch, man. Ouch. Am I going to have to get out some of my drawings to show them to you?"

No, he definitely hasn't had enough of men. He especially hasn't had enough of Blutbaden men named Monroe. Nick just grins at that. "Nope. It absolutely doesn't bother me. We both know you'd never hurt me, just like I'd never hurt you."

And Nick laughs again, absently pressing his napkin to his mouth as he splits open his lip once more. He'll probably regret that in the morning, but right now, he's just too glad to be laughing so much. "I do watch CSI, actually, and I usually manage to restrain myself from chuckling too much at their inaccuracies. But I definitely don't get my policing techniques from them."

Hey, he said 'go for drinks,' not 'get drunk.' "I'll warn them not to wear red ahead of time. Tell them you have erythrophobia."

Juliette, apparently.

He's answering it! Eventually. In a few moments. Because first couch. Couch is comfy.

That's a good point. Nick would've taken a lot longer to realize what was going on if he hadn't had it pointed out to him. And considering that he's still trying to get a handle on it - it's harder now that he's been drinking a lot - that probably would have been a long time. And Nick appreciates the thought, Monroe, but his heart isn't actually broken. It's been a while since he's really loved her, whether or not he wants to admit that.

Nick smiles back, reaching out to drunkenly clink their bottles together again. "For better or worse, man. You're not getting rid of me."

Fortunately, Nick has had enough to drink for that. He reaches up with his free hand to grab Monroe's arm, draping it over his shoulders. Then he switches his beer to his other hand so he can wrap his own arm around Monroe's shoulders.

And there's another laugh at Monroe's question. "Pretty much. Dude, haven't you heard of a 'bromance'? We're in one."

And if Nick'd like to take the 'b' out of that sometimes, well, he'll keep that to himself.

He snorts. "Am I going to have to put them on my fridge?"

Really? Finally! He smiles slightly. "We're a disgrace."

He is really ok with that. He was never meant to be the pride of blutbaden kind.

Monroe can smell blood all of the sudden. He focuses on Nick. He can see that split lip. Shit. He should have been taking better care of him. Because Nick is horrible at taking care of himself. He gets up from the couch ungracefully. and makes his way to the kitchen.

"You sure? Because chasing me into my house based on no evidence looked like a scene right out of it." Come on Nick, you should have seen that one coming. And don't even try to say he didn't see that coming. He grabs an ice pack, a towel, and some more beer.

"Erythrophobia? What is that?" he asks while settling back into the couch. He moves closer to Nick than necessary and pressed the ice pack to the injuries on his face.

Monroe is pretty sure he established that she is a bitch and stupid.

Ok fine if his heart wasn't broken he'll just send her to Siberia. That's better right?

"So what? We're married now?" He wishes. A lot. But he'll settle for dating. Dating works.

And now they're cuddling. Monroe isn't sure what to do with that. He likes it. He's just not sure what to do. Should he cuddle back? Because right now all he really wants to do is kiss him. But he's still got enough of a sense of self preservation to know that he probably shouldn't do that. Probably. Maybe he should have another beer.

"Oh, right. Just a bromance. Does that mean I have to learn the bro code?" Great things just get better and better.

Monroe wishes he would too.

"Jerk." Nick shoves at him playfully. "You might not want a lot of the ones I've drawn recently on the fridge. It's mostly Wesen stuff. And you."

He smiles back. "I prefer to think of us as visionaries, man."

Nick's okay with that, too. He doesn't want to be the pride of Grimm kind, if the things he hears about other Grimms are true.

Nick is not horrible at taking care of himself. He has his napkin, okay? He's doing a good job at this whole stopping the blood flow thing. Nick frowns, making an effectual grab for Monroe when he gets up from the couch, but doesn't protest beyond some some unintelligible grumbles.

"...shut up," Nick calls into the kitchen. "I had no idea what was going on, man, it was the first and only time I didn't listen to my instincts." Yeah, yeah. He'd have a better argument for that, but beer.

"Fear of the color red," he replies, smiling brightly when Monroe returns. Oh, ice pack. Right, Nick's pretty sure he asked for one at some point. "Thanks," he says quietly, leaning into Monroe and the ice pack.

...okay, good point.

Siberia works. Somewhere far, far away is good with him.

Nick laughs at that. "Dude, in case you haven't noticed, we've pretty much been married for months now." Nick'd be pretty happy with dating, too. But he'll take what he can get.

Yeah, that was pretty much the point of moving to the couch. Well, that, and Nick doesn't have to actually hold himself upright on the couch, which gets harder the more he's had to drink. It's much easier to just flop on Monroe this way. Also, yes, Monroe should definitely cuddle back. And Nick wouldn't say no to kissing, either, though they'd have to be more careful with that.

"What do you mean 'just'? Don't minimalize our love, man. That hurts." He shifts a bit closer, pressing his knee against Monroe's. "And nah. The most important part is 'bros before hos,' anyway." Nick pauses. "And I can't believe I just said that."

Bwah. Wait go back to that. "Why are you drawing me? Did you forget what I look like? Because all blutbaden look alike?"

Seriously why is Nick drawing him?

He actually agrees with him, but won't admit it. Monroe snorts. "That's disrespectful to all visionaries."

They are. Which is why everyone is scared of him. Well everyone other that Monroe.

A napkin is not proper first aid. Monroe knows that Nick can't take care of himself. He's just going to have to shoulder that responsibility on his own. Is Nick grumbling in pain? Shit he better hurry. And take better care of him.

Yeah because telling Monroe to shut up is actually going to get him to drop it. "Oh and it just happened to be the one time someone didn't do anything. Next time you feel like tackling someone try any other blutbad."

"Fear of the- oh that's good." Nice one Nick. Monroe is pretty impressed. Even if it makes him sound pretty pathetic. But if it'll keep them from wearing red, he'll take it. Wait did he just agree to go out drinking with nick's friends.

Nick was meant to take the ice pack and put it where ever it hurt the most but fine apparently Nick couldn't take care of him self enough to do that. It's fine, Monroe can just sit like this, taking care of Nick, being all in his personal space. Actually he really can stay like this.

Monroe calls in some favors and a travel agent.

Come on Nick. Not fair. He shakes his head and smiles slightly. Yeah Monroe is the girl. "Married huh? What did you do that got you on the couch for this long?"

Monroe would rather not taste blood while kissing Nick. So he's not going to do that tonight. Or at least not until Nick's lip seals back up or he's had enough to drink that his taste buds are dead.

Monroe drops his head onto the arm Nick has around his shoulder, and somehow manages to take another drink of his beer without spilling it all over the two of them. "Me neither. And I'll make sure to memorize that rule."

And now he's sad, and disappointed in himself. Even with Nick saying it in the dumbest way possible he should have known it. And after the last time he picked hos before bros he'll never make that mistake again. He might need to tattoo it to his arm just to make sure he never messes up that badly again.

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