Dex, Nursey, and Chowder accidentally locked themselves in the locker room overnight when they were Frogs™ and they changed as people. Please feel free to elaborate

I’m sorry it took this long!! :( But thanks for sending in a prompt!!! :)

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• It was supposed to be an easy in and easy out operation, grab the tadpoles clothes from locker room, put in freezer at Haus and watch them have cold jockstraps
  
• It was supposed to be that, according to Ransom and Holster who decided that a little friendly hazing would be customary, putting the frogs in charge of that
  
• Dex and Nursey decided in retrospect that putting Chowder on the door was a bad idea
  
• All he needed to do was keep his foot in the door so it wouldn’t lock behind them
  
• Dex was rifling through Tango’s locker and Nursey through Whiskey’s hair products that they heard a soft door click and a very soft ‘oops’
  
• They both stopped and looked at each other
  
• Dex *Internally*: whatthefuckwasthatthedooris2gchowderifyoufuckusoveryouwon’tbeabletobangfarmerforaweekyouwillbesosore
  
• Dex *Externally*: “Oops?”
  
• Chowder walked into the locker room, looking scared as Nursey dropped a jar of hair gel on the floor
  
• As he should be
  
• They walk past him and find the door…completely locked
  
• It’s 10 at night
  
• They have 8 hours stuck in the locker room before someone ends up unlocking it
  
• They are so fucked
  
• “Guys-”
  
• “Chowder, don’t even speak” Nursey rubbed his eyes. He knows Chowder will probably beat himself up over this but they were locked into the locker room overnight, he had reason to be snippy
• Chowder unlocks his locker and pulls out a racket ball and tosses to Dex. Dex, deadpans throws as hard as he can at the opposite wall and n a i l s himself right in the face
• Nursey fucking looses it
• Like laughing on the floor, choking on his own spit, having issues breathing because he is laughing so hard. Chowder starts laughing awkwardly until all three of them are either chuckling or fucking loosing it on the floor
• Dex through the ball at Nursey who caught it and threw it to Chowder, they passed it around in a triangle before’
• “Hey why don’t we just call someone?”
• “Oh shit, Dex, I would have never thought about that by now? Maybe because you probably use a telegraph and Nursey ran out of data about a week ago, if you listened to him and I left my phone at the Haus.” Chowder said, void of any emotions as Dex drilled the ball at Chowder’s head, who caught it with one hand. (goalie skillz ftw)
  
• There is a lull in the conversation and at this point they decided that the best place to sit was at the player’s lounge. The overhead lights were too bright so they are reduced to the flashlight on Nursey’s phone
• “You can pull out a flashlight on your phone but you can’t text Holster telling him that we are locked in a room?” “No, because a flashlight doesn’t require date you asshat!” “Nursey, chill.” “Don’t make me come over there!”
  
• They were all sitting on the couch. Chowder, resting his face on the armrest, barely awake. Nursey, sitting on the other side at the other arm rest, blinking slowly. Dex, head tilting towards Nursey, eyes closed, gave off soft breaths that one gives when they are trying to sleep.
• “Nursey?”
  
• “Hm?”
  
• “Are you still awake?”
  
• “Yes, Chowder.”
  
• “What’s your worst fear?”
  
• “Are you that kid at a sleepover who never shuts up and everyone gets annoyed at?”
  
• “…maybe”
  
• “I don’t know man? The future?”
  
• Dex chimed in from the arm rest, “Like Futurama?”
• Nursey smacked Dex with a loud thud, “No, you idiot. Like the end game? Like what am I supposed to do? Get married? Have a job? But what is the end supposed to be? What do I do?”
• “Man that’s deep. I’m afraid of getting rabies.” Chowder murmured and Dex just snorted and was reduced into a fit of throaty laughs. 
  
• “What about you Dex?”
  
• “Mmmmm I…don’t know,” he yawned, “Maybe not being accepted in life.”
  
• “Said the conservative.”
  
• “Said the gay conservative, thank you very much, Derek Malik Nurse.”
  
• “Sorry, sorry.” Nursey raised his hands, accidentally smacking Dex in the face again.
  
• They laid on the couch for another ten minutes, Dex finally keeling over and resting his cheek of Nursey’s shoulder, soft breathes escaping from his mouth. 
• “Hey Chow?”
  
• “Mm?”
  
• “Chow?”
  
• “What!” 
  
• “Are you in love with Caitlin?” Nursey murmured. 
  
• “Maybe?”
  
• “Wouldn’t you know?” 
  
• “Well it isn’t like something that I know the feeling of? Like some swam doesn’t descend down from the sky and saying, “Chris Chow, you are in love with Caitlin Farmer- it’s I don’t know. She make me feel warm warm in my chest.”
• “That may be heart burn.” Dex said sleepily.
  
• “Oh shush you bitter potato.” 
  
• “Bite me Nursey.”
• “Nah, you probably taste like lobstah.”
  
• “Don’t make me drool on you.”
  
• They laugh and slowly, one by one fall asleep.  Chowder starts to slowly blink into sleep, his legs pressing into Dex’s thighs. Then Nursey’s breathing starts to deepen and slow down. Dex was the last one. He rests his arm on the back of the couch over Chowder and slowly leans his body into Nursey’s. 
• until
• Nursey hears a vacuum go off. He opens his eyes and sees a janitor vacuuming the rug in front of them, ignoring them. 
• “What time is it?” He asks, the man looks at him.
  
• “Were you sleeping here, son?” The man asks. 
  
• “Yeah we were locked in.” Nursey said, sitting up and shouldering Dex off of him. 
• “Son, the door to the rink was unlocked the whole time. “ The janitor laughs. 
• “WHAT!”.