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

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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[Shepard is just sprawled right across you, York. You're pretty comfortable. Somehow, she still has her visor of +5 to headshotting on, and that, I imagine, is not very comfortable. Hope you have a good tolerance for head-gear pressing against the side of your neck because unconscious Shepard is avoiding the light that way.]

[ Forgive him if he gets a little handsy and slides one down her back, and kind of cups her ass with a low hum. B) ]

[Shepard just shifts a leg over his hip and mutters something unintelligible into his neck. It sounds oddly like flight commands rather than anything pertinent to the situation. After a few moments, though, it registers that someone's hand is on her ass and not moving.]

Hmm?

[ hey, you can murmur whatever you want. York eases his hand back up after a moment and catches sight of red hair, lips whirling up a little. In the hungover, bleary state, he assumes it's Tex.

Back to groping your ass. 8) ]

[That was getting distracting. Wake someone up from exhausted-from-drunken-sex-sleep, distracting. Shepard blinked a few times and slid that arm she's not sleeping on up York's side. Five fingers on her ass and a human ribcage.

Well. That explained a lot...and yet raised more questions.

Shepard blinked blearily and shifted her head. Very short hair. That tripped an alarm bell or two, and she stared at the dark cut in confusion. Who the hell did she know with cropped black hair?

Shepard turned her face--stubble, more considerable than just overnight. This was a very strange mystery game but Shepard didn't think her constitution would last if she pushed herself up to get a proper look. Besides, she was enjoying the pecks under her free hand.]

Enjoy it all you want, but slap or pinch and this is going to get ugly.

Sure thing, sweetheart.

[ York hums just a little and rolls over a bit so that he can go ahead and curl an arm around her waist instead of at her ass. The words sound like Tex, bit the voice, the tone? Yeah, not so much.

Blearily opening his eyes, York squinted at her and then traced a hand over bare skin.

--ohgodwait he knows that voice. ]

Oh. Shit. Hi.

[Sweetheart? Wait--]

York?

[She'd been mentally ticking off anyone who fit the available data. While he was in the pool, she hadn't actually figured it'd be him. Shepard actually hazarded pushing herself up just to look at him.

Yeah. That was York.

Her arm was numb and she stretched it before lying back down, half on top of him. She could see why he got away with calling everyone sweetheart. ~~She was also, quite possibly, feeling him up.~~]

So.

How many turtles did it take to woo me? I was pretty drunk. Can't recall.

[ Yeah, and that's fucking Shepardfkshgkgjfjh.

He kind of grins lazily at her, letting her settle in and on top of him, humming quietly. ]

I'm thinking at least nine or ten.

[ tracing his fingers back and forth over her back, a little dubious about this, but hey, she doesn't seem upset. ]

Good.

[There was something to be said about just lazily enjoying a piece of man-candy. York was a nice guy, but there was no denying that he was a pretty man. Besides, this couldn't really get more awkward, so she should at least get to remember part of it.]

Hate to think I was a cheap date.

[Her headset was exacerbating the headache. Why had she left it on? Fuck it. She reaches up and just pulls it off before casting it aside.]

Nah, no such thing.

[ Raising his eyebrows up at her, looking at her with his good eye, the one that's not all scarred to shit. ]

Red taught me proper etiquette with turtles and pretty women, don't worry.

Good to see she's got you properly trained.

[Guess who had more scars than she could count and isn't phased by this shit? This chick. Awake as she is, Shepard reclines again and makes herself damn comfortable.]

How much of last night do you remember?

[ nah, man, he has a thing for scars and chicks that are badass. B) He's got his own fair share of them, too; his left side far more than the right. ]

Think I challenged you to drinking, and uh, lost rather spectacularly.

If it makes you feel better, I'm willing to call it a tie.

[Somewhere between the hangover and the sex she figured that victory and loss came out in the wash.]

Though if you wanted a rematch, I won't complain.

Augh, god, no more drinking right now, please.

[ dragging his hands through his hair, making a face in response to that. Ugh, no more drinking ever. ]

[Shepard's chest shook with silent laughter.]

Fine, fine.

[She waited half a beat and patted him genially on one peck before adding:]

But if I'm sober, it may cost you a few more turtles. Fair warning.

[ he snorts at that, lifting a hand to run it through her hair lightly, tucking it behind her ear. ]

I'll get 'em later. Pretty comfy right now, headache aside.

Staying in bed? Good call.

[Now that she'd conclusively identified the person she was half sleeping on (and deemed them not a particular threat), Shepard closed her eyes and let herself drift back toward sleep. It probably wouldn't stick, given the persistent throbbing between her eyes, but it was worth a try.]

Do me a favor. If any of your other girlfriends bust in with guns, shove me off the right side of the bed.

[She's only half kidding.]

Think that's where I left my holster.

Pretty lady and a warm bed? Screw that, I'm staying here a while longer.

[ he grins at that, though, a little guilty, honestly, but he'll deal with the guilt later. ]

Will do. Don't think anyone will, though.

You know you can leave off the flattery. I'm already here.

[Still, it's amusing. It's not often Shepard get's called a 'lady' and 'pretty' is usually reserved for use by suck-ups who don't want to get shot.]

Good. Hate getting into firefights with a hangover. Even our firearms aren't that quiet.

Hey, I'm allowed to flirt and flatter to my heart's content.

[ yawning, and rolling a little bit so he can tangle their legs together, mmm. ]

No firefights in my house. Screw that.

[Shepard didn't complain as she threw a leg up over his and generally maneuvered herself closer against his torso. He was warm, and Shepard intended to take full advantage of that fact.]

Your call, York. Your ship, your rules. [Proverbially speaking, of course. On both counts.]

[York the side of your neck is a very comfortable place to rest a head. Shepard is just going to keep doing that.]

[ he'll just keep running his hands over her bare back, then, idly touching. he's oddly appropriate, considering they'd had sex, but still. ]

Ship, hah.

[ Okay, no more talking, snuggling the naked ht lady in his bed. ]

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

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i'm not sorry

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FUCKING LJ DON'T EAT MY COMMENTS.

IT KEEPS DOING THAT TO ME TOO. B[

/rage

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