Shawn and Dean were the first up and ordered a room service breakfast. “Honey, wake up; breakfast is here,” Shawn said to Hank. Hank moved, stretched, farted, and opened his eyes. “Damn, it’s time to get up already?” “I’m afraid so. We need to eat, and then get into our tuxedos; so don’t dawdle.” Hank mumbled as Shawn went back into the other room where the breakfast cart waited with their coffee, orange juice, bagels and cream cheese. Shawn heard the rustle of the covers and knew that his sleeping bear was getting up. He smiled and poured the coffee as Hank sat down as naked as he was when he went to bed. “Well, you could have at least put on shorts, dear,” chided Shawn. “Why? I need a shower before I put on clean shorts.” Shawn decided not to belabor the point. In the other suite, Pat was a little more awake when he got out of bed to the smell of coffee. He kissed his beloved on the cheek and sat down to drink his orange juice in one big gulp.
