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#Because Erik would totally do this. In the middle of the night him and Charles are in bed and Erik will randomly call out Stainless Steel and go back to sleep straight away while Charles will be all What the fuck man. And he’ll look at Erik’s dreams and Erik is dreaming of cutlery except the cutlery is doing Be My Guest from Beauty and the Beast and oddly the candlestick sounds like Alex and Charles will be like Thank God you’re pretty Erik otherwise I’d kick you out of this bed right now. And Erik will trololol in his sleep.

#sometimes erik gets a little confused during sex and whispers sweet nothings into charles’ ear #sweet nothings like ‘oooooh yeah work it like an alloy baby’ #and ‘yeah that’s right shake it like the mechanisms controlling the production of a polaroid picture’ #and ‘goddamn charles i just want to get my prongs all up in your sockets yeah you heard me ohhh yeahhh’ #charles would say something #but he’s kind of still trying to figure out what ‘yeah baby fuck me like you’re aluminum and i’m copper’ was supposed to mean

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Suggested by an Anon.

*yes, i’ve enabled anonymous submissions. May God have mercy on us all.

Beer preference breakdown of the Carpe Brewski exec board (because I know you all need to know this): 

Erik: Miller High Life. Aside from the fact that he loves the taste and the fact that it’s still on the cheap side, he insists that if he drinks enough of it, he’ll be the next High Life guy. Charles is pretty sure he’s already hit that point. 

Charles: Corona, done up right with the lime in the neck. This is 95% because when he first started drinking, he hated the taste of all beer, but found the lime made Corona bearable; now he has acquired a serious taste for beers of all sort, but a properly done Corona still hits the spot better than anything else. 

Scott: PBR. However, this is mostly because he’s still under 21 and Erik laughs hysterically when Scott asks him to pick up the fancy beer he really wants; once he’s old enough to buy his own shit, he fully intends to develop the refined tastes of a connoisseur. Though it has been explained to him several times, he still does not understand why saying this makes him sound like a douche. 

Logan: Would quite literally drink rubbing alcohol. He has no preference, though he has discovered that beer always tastes better if he’s stolen it from Scott; something about the bastard’s furious little face just sweetens the whole experience. 

 There are reasons I love this fic, and this… pretty much sums it all up (minus all the feeeeeeelings, because I can’t really handle those right now).

(Although I have to say, I feel like Logan—in general—loves Canadian beer. Like, give that boy a Labatts and… well, he’ll probably just grunt at you, but that totally means he’s found his happy place.)

LOGAN TOTALLY SECRETLY LOVES CANADIAN BEER, but he wouldn’t call it a ‘preference,’ because that implies that he would pick it over other beer? Which, you know, he would, in a circumstance where it was like “Here are two free cases of beer, one of them is Natty Light and one of them is Molson’s, you may just have one!” 

…even then, he might just grab the one that’s closest. 

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