so there was this once drunk party last night...

[hyperlethality.livejournal.com]

THE MORNING AFTER MEME

 

Last night was great. You drank, you gambled, you ran around naked, you hooked up with a girl/guy or three-- too bad you can't remember it. Waking up in a hotel bed isn't so bad but...

Who is this person next to you?

You know how it is, folks!

1. Post with your character.
2. Tag other people and try and piece the night together or not. Up to you.
3. Anything allowed so long as muns are cool with it.
4. Profit!

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[blacktwo.livejournal.com]

[ Noise- that's a vaguely recognizable stimuli. It stirs some reaction; Two mumbles and tosses but doesn't do anything that could be called "waking up." She grumbles into the sheets, in a voice better suited for Eeyore- a really hung over Eeyore ]

That's what they tell me...

[hyperlethality.livejournal.com]

[ Sits up and- hi, nausea. She's looking down and totally all skin and scars. G-Gonna try to shake Black Two awake. ]

Black Two, wake up.

[blacktwo.livejournal.com]

[ Cue Black Two shooting up into a seated position, faster than an inebriated bullet. ]

I CAN GET THAT SIT-REP, CHIEF!

[hyperlethality.livejournal.com]

[ omg the SCREAMING. ]

Nggh... [ Holds her head for a moment. ] Interesting sit-rep.

[blacktwo.livejournal.com]

[ Suddenly, reality ensues. ]

Noble...Six?

[ radiating blush follows suit ] I don't think I have a sit-rep for this.

[hyperlethality.livejournal.com]

It's... It's kind of self-explanatory. [ The nakedness, the headache, bright lights and loud sounds. ]

I, er... I'm sorry... [ T-Trying to salvage something? ]

[blacktwo.livejournal.com]

I wish I could remember, especially the part where the headboard got a crack in it.

[ She gestures to said headboard, laughing- only for it to peter out into an awkward cough. ]

I, uh, think the headboard accepts your apology. Even though you've got nothing to be sorry for, Lieutenant.

[hyperlethality.livejournal.com]

[ Stares at the headboard. Holy-- it was totally cracked. ]

I meant... [ Pauses. ] There are a lot of bottles. [ The room is basically a sea of it. ]

[blacktwo.livejournal.com]

[ Two takes notices of the Bering Bottle Sea, and whistles in amazement. ]

That is quite the accumulation of inhibition relievers.

[hyperlethality.livejournal.com]

[ Six slowly sits up more, allowing the sheets to pool around her waist. Hi, totally naked hyper lethal vector blinking blearily around the room. ]

Enough to make the ceiling look like swiss cheese. [ ALL THE HOLES. ]

[blacktwo.livejournal.com]

O-oh

[ Two falls back on the bed, looking at the bullet ridden ceiling. ]

Maybe we should just cross our fingers and hope we're on the top floor.

[hyperlethality.livejournal.com]

Affirmative. Or no one jumps from up there.

[ Turns to look down at Black Two... and sorta averts her eyes again. But then slowly comes back... ]

Do you remember anything?

[blacktwo.livejournal.com]

[ Eye contact? There was never any eye contact. ]

Million dollar question. I remember...a bar and...losing at poker a lot. You?

[hyperlethality.livejournal.com]

I punched... something to bits. There were a lot of coins. [ lmfao, Six forcefully took the million dollars from a gambling machine? ]

I remember the bar. I think... [ There was a shootout. Between who she can't even remember, but she knows she and Black Two were there guns blazing, too. ]