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

[hyperlethality.livejournal.com]

[ All the staring. And she is becoming acutely aware that the inside of her thighs feel... chafe. ]

I'd like to ask the same thing.

[ She remembers you! ]

[savor-last-shot.livejournal.com]

_{[But it's a good chafed, right?]}

...oh spirits.

_{[He has a few blurry memories and an intense hangover.]}

How did we end up here?

[hyperlethality.livejournal.com]

[ Sure! Might've been better when it was... okay. ]

Drunken stupor and the bed was nearby? [ Poorly masked humor. Oh god, isn't this Shepard's second-in-command? ]

[savor-last-shot.livejournal.com]

Considering how naked I am, I think that's wishful thinking. Unless I decided I wanted to sleep in the nude, of course.

_{[Even hungover, he still makes wisecracks. He's not sitting up yet.]}

I remember drinking. That part is very clear. For a little while, anyway.

[hyperlethality.livejournal.com]

That. I remember as well. [ Six is looking around. And oh? On the floor on her side of the bed... She picks up the object. Clearly a sniper, but it's not one she recognizes. ]

Yours? [ Now notices the gunshot holes at various points of the room. ]

[savor-last-shot.livejournal.com]

<sub>[He squints. Why is his sniper rifle-?

Was he shooting at the walls?]</sub>

What the Hell was I shooting at...?

_{[He's not that shy about nudity. Not like he has all that much to hide at the moment. He stands slowly, with another groan, and starts fishing for his underarmor.]}

[hyperlethality.livejournal.com]

[ Sure, you may not be shy about nudity, but Six is not familiar with your... alien. Physique. Totally not staring. Just places his weapon where he once was and goes to look for her own clothes. Hopefully armor. ]

The fact that we don't remember... Could be shooting at anything if we were that drunk. [ There's a weapon she recognizes: her DMR. With half of its clip empty. She's guilty, too. ]

[savor-last-shot.livejournal.com]

<sub>[Well, he doesn't really have anything to show off. Nothing horrifically dirty, anyway. He snags his rifle, checks the heatsink-

Oh, there's a handful of them scattered around the room. That's different.

He does eye Carter for a moment. She's a lot like Shepard in a few ways. Very different in others.]</sub>

Don't talk to me about shooting just yet. Maybe we were trying to prove something.

_{[Oh, look. His omnitool.]}

[hyperlethality.livejournal.com]

[ ... maybe his omnitool might have recorded a few things. Or taken a few pictures. ]

Like who's the better shot? While drunk?

[savor-last-shot.livejournal.com]

That might do it-

<sub>[Huh. Let's see.

Oh.

Well, yeah. Yeah, it did.]</sub>

...well, that explains one of the things we did last night.

[hyperlethality.livejournal.com]

What is it? [ Wonders what his omnitool might have shown. Very morbidly curious. Just what the hell were they doing together? With weapons? Drunk and somehow aroused enough to get into bed with each other? ]

[savor-last-shot.livejournal.com]

<sub>[He hands it over. Cue racy images.

Very racy.

Might even be some audio/video in there somewhere, too, if she looks hard enough. Not very good, of course, but there.]</sub>

[hyperlethality.livejournal.com]

[ Just... Just. Stares. Might be a blushing because really? Weapons weren't supposed to be used that way.

And then the shooting. Looks like she was dancing in front of him, and challenging him to shoot at her while she moves. What. ]

... Nearly got me there a few times.

[savor-last-shot.livejournal.com]

You're lucky I didn't...

[hyperlethality.livejournal.com]

You got a turn, too. [ Holds up his omnitool. Looks like they both wanted to see who was worse on moving targets. All the while laughing and making bad, bad pick up lines. ]

[savor-last-shot.livejournal.com]

...well, at least I'm better at dodging bullets then I am at dodging rockets.

_{[Ha ha ha.]}

[hyperlethality.livejournal.com]

That explains your scar. But surviving a rocket to the face?

[ Hear the dubiousness. Must be Spartan tough to endure something like that. Or just that badass. Whichever. ]

[savor-last-shot.livejournal.com]

Don't get hit by rockets. They hurt.

_{[Just that badass, baby.]}

[hyperlethality.livejournal.com]

Survived the explosions if that counts?

[savor-last-shot.livejournal.com]

Better than the alternative.

_{[OK, he's pulling on some clothing now.]}

...uh.

I'm going to find something to drink. You want anything...?

_{[Ever the gentleman. Turian. Thing.]}

[hyperlethality.livejournal.com]

[ Blinks. Well. At least he's better than most other aliens she's met. ]

Just water would be fine. Thank you.

[savor-last-shot.livejournal.com]

Sure.

_{[And he's gone for a short while and comes back with a glass of water. Plus one for himself.]}

I'd suggest trying to sleep, but I think we're both in the "up" category at this point.

[hyperlethality.livejournal.com]

Part of our training, I guess.

[ Takes the water as she manages to put on some of her armor. At least for her lower half. ] Thanks.

You're Commander Shepard's second-in-command, right? Garrus?

[savor-last-shot.livejournal.com]

Keep on going, no matter how horrible you feel? Yeah, that's the turian military for you.

_{[He managed a dry chuckle and took a long drink of water.]}

Yeah. That's me. Garrus Vakarian.

[hyperlethality.livejournal.com]

The name of your race?

[ Taking moderate swigs of her water as well. ]

Guess we finally had that match. [ The one promised way, way, way back in prom. Whoo! ]