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!

Comments

/ROFL FOREVER

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

[the age-old question of 'how much does it take to get a Spartan drunk' answered at last.]

Awesome. Let's go with that.

[pants where are his pants.]

you just that creative, thom

[hyperlethality.livejournal.com]

[ Where is her shirt and pants? The latter is torn to shreds, she finds. And she is trying to tiptoe around the sea of bottles and ice cream boxes. ]

... You really like chocolate. [ Selective flavor, I see. ]

;kdjfa;sdfj

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

[apparently he is really fond of ladychest areas OOPS...]

I, uh. Seems that way.

[he is now chanting 'pants' under his breath as he SEARCHES FAR AND WIDE FOR THEM]

[hyperlethality.livejournal.com]

[ And finds Thom's pants! Which she found in the bathroom when she wandered in there. ]

Seven. Here. [ Holds them out to him. ]

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

[TAKES THEM, SO GRATEFUL.]

... Sorry about your, uh, clothing.

[... it doesn't seem nice to put pants on when hers are ruined. so he just. stands there. all the awkward.]

[hyperlethality.livejournal.com]

It... It's fine. [ Somehow. Seriously, Thom, how could anyone stay mad at you? ]

Do you remember anything?

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

[He glances around the room. Yep, definitely Six's quarters. And... oh hell.]

... I'm pretty sure we broke my bed...

[hyperlethality.livejournal.com]

[ VERY LONG PAUSE. ]

... dare I ask how? And I apologize.

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

[UH. Oh god he is bright fucking red.]

We were a little. Uh. Vigorous. And what? No, don't apologize. Pretty sure it wasn't [entirely] your fault.

[hyperlethality.livejournal.com]

[ You're not the only one, for sure. She remembers doing something with the ice cream on Thom's....... HUOKAY. ]

Think I remember the legs broke when I... jumped a bit hard.

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

[OH GOD ALL HIS CAREFULLY CULTIVATED INNOCENCE...]

Uh.

[hyperlethality.livejournal.com]

[ He was cultivating it? ]

Sorry. [ LAME. A-Actually didn't think Thom would be too... freaked about this. holy shit, was she that bad for a first timer? ]

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

[Oh it's not you he's freaked out about. Here he is thinking that he liquored you up and took advantage of you and HOW DOES SOCIAL...]

No, it's not - don't apologize. Uh. Are you...

[oh god so awkward.]

- Okay?

[hyperlethality.livejournal.com]

Green. For the most part. [ A pause. ] If that's what you meant. I mean... At least it's you...

{ URGH, HOW DOES TALK ]

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

[WHAT DOES THAT MEAN fidget fidget wat]

Well. That's. I'm - glad?

[SO AWKWARD. ALL THE AWKWARD.]

[hyperlethality.livejournal.com]

[ JUST GONNA SHUT UP AND NOT COMPLICATE THINGS FURTHER, KTHNX. ]

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

[OH GOD HIS LIFE. Thom just. Grabs a blanket off the bed and hands it to her.

I mean, not that she's not nice to look at but d:AKJDF:KALDJFJ:SDKJF TERMINATE PROCESS]

[hyperlethality.livejournal.com]

[ JUST GONNA TAKE THAT AND WRAP IT AROUND HER WAIST. Like a sarong. Which meant she was showing a bit of leg still. She looks like she's about to say something... but how awkward would things even get when she mentions she has a sudden craving for chocolate ice cream? GODDAMN. ]

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

[AUGH.]

So. Uh. Breakfast?

[... y_n?]

[hyperlethality.livejournal.com]

Sure. [ And before she could control it- ] Ice cream.

[ ... oh god. Y. ]

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

[SLIGHTLY QUEASY LOOK...]

You sure that's a good - I mean, I'm still --

[think think think]

-- A little. Uh. Sticky.

[WAIT NOT WHAT HE MEANT--!!!]

[hyperlethality.livejournal.com]

Could wash that off. [ With my tongue. WHOA. ]

You know. With soap. [ Yeah, because, trying to fill that in with an actual object hides the hidden message, Six. GJ. ]

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

[so weakly,]

Shower?

[hyperlethality.livejournal.com]

Together?

[ What. ]

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

... Can't deny it's efficient?