[Clay isn't exactly paying attention to his surroundings, so the pillow hits the side of his head and falls to the table beside him. Which is a damn good thing right about now, because Apollo working as a stripper - that just sends straight from jovial laughter to hysterics. He grabs the pillow and presses it to his face to roar into that, at least quieting down thanks to it, and falls to his back while curling into almost a fetal position.
Oh god. He can't breathe, he's laughing too much. There are tears comes out of his eyes from it, this is too much.]
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Oh god. He can't breathe, he's laughing too much. There are tears comes out of his eyes from it, this is too much.]