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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[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?

[hyperlethality.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't mind. [ T-Totally not thinking things further. It's just a shower. After a night of vigorous sex. Welp. ]

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

[DEEP BREATH.

And then he's just like, no, fuck it, and he steps forward and picks her up. S'up. You're getting carried to that shower thing. Like a goddamned spoil of war. Except the battlefield is ice cream and discarded tequila bottles.]

[hyperlethality.livejournal.com]

[ When he came, she wondered what he was going to do... UNTIL WHOOSH. She's slung over his shoulder now. And his hand is on her ass that's only covered by a thin sheet. What. What. ]

Seven? [ There's a touch of surprise in her voice. Just be glad she's not resisting and is more confused than any. ]

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

[HE'S A SPONTANEOUS GUY OKAY

but now he's got a hyperlethal vector on his shoulder.

this can't end well.]

Seemed like the thing to do at the time?

[hyperlethality.livejournal.com]

I could walk myself, you know.

[ But she's not moving much or fighting back....... good sign? ]

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

[INTO THE BATHROOM. He sets her down on the counter. Which can totally take a Spartan's weight okay.]

Well, I mean - I know, it just.

['seemed like a good idea at the time' is what he meant to say. Instead he BLUSHING SO BAD shut up shut up. tuuuuuuuuurning the shower on now.]

[hyperlethality.livejournal.com]

[ Nods, just knowing where that sentence was gonna go and just gonna... sit awkwardly on said counter while he starts the shower up. She's idly fingering the sheet around her waist. So much for covering herself up. And what about breakfast? ALL THE CREEPING NERVOUSNESS. ]

... Could just wait for my turn, Thom.

[ LAST CHANCE. And did she just use his real name? Believe she did. Accidentally, too, even she pauses at the usage. ]

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

[... yeah, wow. Thom just. Looks at her for a moment, all awkwardness about their respective states of undress completely nonexistent.

It's... nice. Her using his name.]

Hey, we're a team, right?

[holds out his hand?]

[hyperlethality.livejournal.com]

Affirmative.

[ Well. Just. Slides off the counter and going to discard her "clothing" again before taking Thom's hand. ]

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

[He pulls her into the shower, but carefully. ALL THE UNSURE?

Besides, despite all that lethality, Thom would rather just keep her safe. So? He just wraps his arms around her. And because he's got a few extra inches on her, he rests his chin on top of her head. Enjoying shower. And girl. Hello.]

[hyperlethality.livejournal.com]

[ THIS IS NOT BAD AT ALL. Not. Bad. It's different contact than what' she's used to, but not unpleasant. And it's Thom, so. She just... lets him. Tall man, you.

But then she's looking around. For soap. ] You really are sticky. [ She sees residue of chocolate ice cream on your chest, Seven. Whoa. ]

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

[sob.]

... pretty sure you put it there, Six.

[bad brain no no no --]

[hyperlethality.livejournal.com]

[ RIGHT AS SHE JUST GRABBED THE SOAP, THOM. NOW SHE REMEMBERS. AND NOW SHE DROPS THE SOAP.

If this were prison, oh god- ] I... [ The soap. It's at his foot. ]

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

[.....................

UM.

staring, staring. following her line of visio--- ;kjda;lkdjfa;sdf

so what else can he do to distract her? GRAB HER AND KISS HER. OBVIOUSLY.]

[hyperlethality.livejournal.com]

[ WHAT IS THIS THING YOU CALLED KISSING. Never been kissed, Spartan style. It's a sudden thing, and maybe the alcohol is somehow still lying around in her system, but this is... what. Making her warmer.

J-Jerks back a bit, accidentally bumping her toe against the soap and making it slide past her. Shit. Tingling lips, what. Glancing between Thom and the Soap now. ]

I... should get the soap.

[ LAMEST REACTION TO A KISS OR LAMEST REACTION TO A KISS. Nonetheless, Six doesn't wait to turn and bend to pick up the Soap. Right in front of Thom, too. ]

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

[oh jesus he just closes his eyes and thinks very, very hard about, like, dropping out of a pelican half a mile up without a chute. Or getting shot. He's done that recently HE STILL HAS A HALF-HEALED SCAR FROM IT CONCENTRATE--

IT'S NOT WORKING

because seriously datass. he's not even an ass guy. what the hell]