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

[azulescarabajo.livejournal.com]

_{[Jaime still doesn't look at her. He's trying to be polite!]}

Uh. Do you have clothes on now? I just wanna be polite, you know?

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

I'm decent, I guess.

[He so goddam adamant about being polite she doesn't have the heart to point out that he's probably grabbed more of her than most people have seen. She also...doesn't want to remind herself of that fact. He was cute just...young.]

Don't worry about it.

[azulescarabajo.livejournal.com]

Okay. Okay.

_{[He finally opens his and tears them off the carpet, trying to still not look at her as he casts about the room for some clothes. Finally, he scrambles out of bed and grabs his boxers, pulling them on hurriedly.]}

So. Did we. . .?

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

[Goddammit, stop looking like a normal teenager. Shepard bites her tongue before she manages a wisecrack and decides to use a little tact in this conversation.]

Yeah, I'd say it's pretty likely. I don't do much platonic naked sleeping.

[His shirt is too short and threatens to ride up past...well, everything he was probably trying to avoid looking at. Normally, Shepard wouldn't give a damn, but tact. Rather than talk with her hands, she settles them at her hips. It's comfortable and holds the hemline someplace respectable.

Respectable-ish.]

[azulescarabajo.livejournal.com]

Oh. Great.

_{[He bends over and nervously flicks a shirt with 'N7' on it at Shepard.]}

Think that's yours.

_{[Still trying not to stare. He lost his v-card and he can't even remember it. Good job, Jaime. He stumbles over to his jeans and begins pulling them on in a wobbly fashion.]}

Is Garrus going to murder me now? Or are you?

_{[Hey, he managed to crack a joke.]}

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

[Shepard catches the shirt but makes no move to put it on. She doesn't particularly mind, but nothing about her civvies could be considered baggy and without the pants, it was actually a step backward. She should probably start looking for those.]

I thought you were the humanitarian.

[Shepard smirks a little and glances around for any of the rest of her clothing.]

Don't know how they do it in your universe but, generally, I give people who sleep with me a free, no murder pass.

[She pointedly doesn't touch on the Garrus topic. The situation is already complicated enough without really thinking on that one.]

Hey. That underwear is mine. Toss it here and I'll trade your shirt.





[She picked a hell of a day to start wearing underwear.]

[azulescarabajo.livejournal.com]

_{[He picks up the garment and tosses it towards her in a single quick motion.]}

That's because I am a humanitarian. And that's comforting. Is this a one time thing or can I cash it whenever?

_{[Oh hey, his socks. Those are good to have. Annnd. . .]}

I found your pants.

_{[He delicately removes them from where they lay half underneath the bedside table and tosses them across the bed as well.]}

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

[She's all for not being mean to the virgin she just...deflowered? Damn, English needed better words for this. But she wasn't about to extend him unreasonable courtesies. As soon as she had the rest of her clothing she pulled off his shirt and tossed it back to him. She didn't exactly hurry getting dressed, but it wasn't any kind of sexualized slow affair, either.

And...as much as she didn't really want to bring it up:]

Should probably save it for when Garrus is on patrol, next.


But a Commander Shepard no murder pass, is a pretty valuable commodity. [She could think of a few hundred individuals who would have killed for one, but no need to point that out.] Might want to hang on to it.

[azulescarabajo.livejournal.com]

Probably the best idea.

_{[He catches his shirt and pulls it on, then sits and begins pulling on his socks, not quite paying attention to her as she dresses.]}

I'll keep that in mind. Should I get you sign something for me to make sure you don't forget?

_{[He arches an eyebrow, slightly amused now that he's beginning to get over his awkward embarrassment.]}

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

Well, since I've only given out thr--[Shepard puts a stop to that right the fuck there. That was personal information of the unpublicized sort and she was not in the business of giving away sensitive information like that to...well...drunken one-night stands. To be perfectly frank.

She cleared her throat to cover her sudden and abrupt halt in speech. The first cough was forced, the second and so forth, less so. Her hangover reasserted itself.]

Hey. For those of us without aliens in our spines, hangovers require water. Get me a glass.

[Shepard didn't continue her previous thought as she pulled up her pants.]

[azulescarabajo.livejournal.com]

_{[Jaime hopped to it, moving over to the sink to pour a large glass of water for the commander. He returned, offering it to Shepard with a sort of bashful smile.]}

There ya go.

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

[Fuck him and his alien spine. Nobody should be this perky and helpful after a night of drinking like that.

Shepard took the glass from him and downed it in one questionably regrettable go. Her stomach turned but the relief was palpable so she ignored the discomfort.

He was still smiling bashfully at her and she just didn't know what to do about that. While she'd prefer to remind him that he didn't like her, it didn't seem particularly appropriate.]

Thanks. [She indicated the empty glass before setting it on the nearest horizontal surface.]

You...uh--[Just because she was going for tact didn't mean she had a way to soften every question.]--I didn't emotionally traumatize you or something? Right?

[azulescarabajo.livejournal.com]

What? Uh, no. I mean. I don't even remember it. At all. So don't worry about it.

_{[Awkward. He looks away and rubs the back of his neck, trying to not be too shy about this all of a sudden.]}

Really. I'm okay.

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

[Well, that was good enough for her. This conversation needed less...feelings and more getting back to normal. Shepard clapped the teenager on the back and started looking for her previously concealed weapons. Never left home without them.

Her head was still pounding, but she could muscle through it. Idly, as she located a knife that had to be at least three kinds of illegal to carry on a concealed holster, Shepard mused:]

I could use some coffee.

You drink coffee?

[azulescarabajo.livejournal.com]

_{[Jaime looked back to Shepard, smiled again as she mentioned coffee. He nodded as he ducked down to check for his shoes. Ah. There they were, under the bed. He hauled them out and sprang back to his feet.]}

Oh, yeah! Coffee would be great.

_{[He's so chipper.]}

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

[Well, the holster was a lost cause, and Shepard's headache didn't encourage her to keep looking. Instead, she tucked the knife into the back of her waistband and motioned at the door.

It would be bright outside, but as long as he didn't start...talking about it, she'd be fine. She could handle it. Coffee was the goal.]

Let's go.

[azulescarabajo.livejournal.com]

_{[Jaime hopped to it, opening the door and leading the way outside, happy to leave behind the scene of whatever awkward and more than likely extremely embarrassing events of the previous night.]}

Wonder where we can get coffee. . .?

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

[It was just as bright as she thought it would be and it hit her like an errant RPG. Shepard blinked hard and closed the door behind her as she followed after the chipper teenager.

Coffee. Eye on the prize, Shepard. Eye on the prize.

When she opened her eyes she glanced around. Unfamiliar neighborhood, but familiar pattern. If she was right, there would be a promenade toward the center of the ring. Few blocks.]

That way. [Shepard motioned down the street as casually as a hungover marine could and started walking.]