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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[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

[Shepard manages to sleep through the first few kicks, but one of them at the mid-morning mark manages to snap her out of it like a bucket of cold water. Guess what's bad for terrible hangovers? Suddenly being startled out of your sleep and into a vertical position. She hardly has time to note Sarah before she's clutching her head between her knees.]

Fucking cockmongling Batarian guzzler--what the hell?

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

[And that wakes Sarah up just as abruptly. Her eyes fly open and she pushes herself up, looking around the unfamiliar room.]

Where the -- Shepard?

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

Connor?

[Shepard is just peering through her hair and past her forearm at the blonde. The naked blonde. Damn, knew she felt a draft.]

If I was terrible you could have just told me. No need to break one of my legs.

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

[Sarah is staring back, dumbstruck. You're one to point fingers at naked, Shepard.]

What the fuck happened?

[SO CONFUSED]

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

[Shepard just lets her hands down as the head-rush passes and the throbbing falls to tolerable levels.]

Well, when two adults get very, very drunk and mostly naked--

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

Christ.

[Sarah groans, pressing the heels of her hands to her eyes.]

How did it happen, then.

[beat]


...not that we need to rehash any details.

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

[At that, Shepard shrugs. Honestly, she has no idea. Her tolerance is equivalent to most combustion engines and how Connor had managed to be conscious at that point in the night was a mystery. Still, here they were.

Shepard takes a minute and just eyes Sarah.]

Might disagree with that, but now's not the time.

[Her headache was more powerful than her nausea and the last thing she needed was a real migraine. Shepard forced herself up and climbed off the bed. Coffee. She needed coffee.]

Don't suppose you carry asprin?

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

[Wait what? What's that supposed to mean, Shepard? Sarah likes men and what are these strange feelings.]

Not when I'm not wearing clothes, no.

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

Unless that was a really good party, I assume you had them on at some point.

[Sarah you such a MILF so funny, but Shepard doesn't have the brainpower between brain throbbing to be particularly patient. There was no coffee to be had in the various cabinets she could find. Figured. Shepard Settled for a cupped handful of water from the tap.]

You remember where we threw my hidden holster?

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

Is that a euphemism?

[Sarah sits up and swings her legs over the edge of the bed, debating the pros and cons of standing up. Cons are in the lead so far.

And in case you were wondering, no, it's fine that they're both still naked, they're both women and this isn't weird at all okay.]

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

Depends on how kinky you think concealed weapons are.

[Shepard leaned against the sink and stared at the floor. Wherever it was, it wasn't readily apparent.]

You spot it, I'll share the painkillers with you.

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

Talk about incentive.

[She staggered to her feet, groaning and pressing a hand to her forehead.]

Fuck, I'm never drinking again.

[protip: She always says that.]

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

[Shepard's laugh was dry and morbid. She agreed with the sentiment.]

I'll be sure to remind you.

[Or not.

And here's the awkward part of the morning where they look for a single piece of clothing somewhere in the trashed room.]

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

We don't find these painkillers and you won't have to.

[She's not gonna be forgetting this for awhile. Sarah looks around blearily until she catches sight of a bra draped over a lampshade. She picks it up, examining it, and offers it to Shepard.]

...pretty sure that's not mine.

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

[Shepard leveled a look at Connor and the bra in her hands.]

Don't wear one.

[It was a very good party, apparently. Shepard shrugged and continued her search. A few more painful minutes of kneeling and lifting chairs provided her with her holster and the medical supplies she kept jammed in it. She popped one of the pills dry, without hesitation, and then tossed the container to Connor.]

loooool best

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

[Oh. Well then.

Sarah looked at the mysterious bra and then shrugged, tossing it aside onto the bed. She caught the pills with the grace of one not thinking too hard about catching something, unscrewing the container to swallow one immediately.]

Thanks.

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

Don't mention it.

[Shepard wasn't within arm's length of any of her clothing, though she could see it, and bending over again seemed like a terrible plan. She resigned herself to simply remaining naked until the painkiller set in.

Her concealed weapon holster was in hand, though, so she strapped it on, idly. Better than nothing. Probably. Either way, Connor didn't seem too torn up about it.]

You're one hell of a drinker, Connor.

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

You telling me you actually remember something from last night?

[It's a little late to worry about getting decently covered now. And if Shepard isn't feeling overcome by modesty, Sarah can deal with it too.

She goes over to the sink, filling two cups with water and moving over to offer one to Shepard.]

Because for all I know, this is all the result of three beers and a shot of vodka.

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

[Shepard took it from her and threw back half of it. It hit her stomach a little less sharply than she'd predicted but still drew a grimace out of her.]

Hardly. But if my memory is blank, we had a hell of a lot more than a few beers and a shot.

[Shepard threw back the rest of the glass.]

I don't have to worry about your combat drone or kid busting in here with weapons, do I? I am way too hungover for that shit.

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

[Sarah snorted in amusement, taking a long drink from her own glass.]

All right, fair point.

[She shook her head, unconcerned.]

If they haven't busted in yet, I think we're safe.

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

Good to hear.

[More water was probably a solid idea, but Shepard had enough that she was willing to chance it. She set the glass aside. In a few minutes she'd probably be more willing to dig around for her clothing amid Connor's and...whoever all this other crap belonged to.]

Next time we get together, no liquor.

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

Agreed.

[Sarah finished her own water, letting her eyes drift across the wreck of a room. She bent over to pick up someone's ruined wearable, the strap broken clean off and the screen cracked beyond repair.]

So we actually...

[She trailed off, shaking her head.]

...wow.