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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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Habit. Don't like not knowing where a reliable weapon is.

[Shepard shrugged as she filled a glass with water and regretted it. She was sore as hell and it was starting to set in. She downed the glass in an effort to distract from her discomfort and distract it did. She was really sore and really hungover.

With a grimace, she set the glass by the sink and made her way back to the bed. She then promptly dropped onto it.]

You're one hell of a workout, Six.

I aim to please. [ The response is just automatic, because she really does set most of her standards to that bar. Well. Considering they already did the deed, and, thanks to the accounts of that memory chip... well, there wasn't much room for hesitation. She goes to join Shepard, but merely sits, because, yup. Spartan. ]

Guess you're not... disappointed? [ Would believe that she'd be a first timer? ]

[Did that question just happen? Shepard actually lifts her head off the bed and looks up at Six. That just happened. Shepard had no answer for that and just let out a rather genuine and too-loud laugh. She regretted it instantly and groaned as she dropped her head again.]

If you couldn't make out what I was yelling in that video, your hearing is seriously sub-par, soldier.

It was... well. The circumstances. [ She was drunk. And there was a lot of screaming. But Six heard every. Word. Clearly. ]

I haven't done this before.

[Have an arched brow. She totally doesn't believe you're a virgin.]

The vigorous sex on every surface, or the drunken one-night-stand setting?

[And Shepard just lets her head fall back again and there's a beat where she's silent before she turns onto her side. That was uncomfortable in the best ways. Made it so she didn't have to keep lifting her head, though.]

I'd write a letter if I thought you could get a commendation for it.

Would you believe me if I said both?

[ Just watching you, Shepard. Drinking her water. And then she arches a brow at the Commander's idea. ]

And have that pinned on my chest? I'd wonder what people would think. [ Hint of a tease in her voice. Slowly easing tension, yes. ]

First they'd wonder just how the hell you train for that.

[And this is Shepard smirking again. This one is a far cry more lascivious than her standard fare.]

Then would come the question of just how good you have to be to get it.

[Shepard shrugs, well, as best as one can when leaning on one arm.]

I suspect you'd get quite a few offers to spar as a result.

What if I said, "I got this from Commander Shepard, because I'm the best lover in Sacrosanct?"

[ Totally just trying to go along with it. If she can relax with her fellow Spartans, she can relax with Shepard. Besides, Six liked the other woman. Although this whole... situation right now puts that into question. Never mind the obvious use of alcohol. ]

And if I won each match?

[Oh damn. Had she drunkenly recorded those again? She was never going to live this down. Still, she couldn't help but snort bemusedly at the suggestion.]

If I give you an endorsement, I expect to get priority when it comes to sparing partners. Even if I lose every match.

[Shepard wanted to sit up and harass Six more overtly, but a Spartan she was not and while she could take it...she could use a few more hours sleep. And some heavy duty pain killers. Mostly for the head.]

Seriously, though, you know how many of those I recorded? Or where?

Recorded? [ Probably referencing the quote. ] Several times. I think. I only remembered one instance about now.

[ And she finishes up the rest of the water, then goes back to watching Shepard. Hm, Shepard is a tough woman, but with the way they... went at it in that video? Surprised Six hadn't broken her bones yet. ]

You'll get priority, ma'am don't worry. [ A pause. ] You sure you're all right?

Several times?

[If she only remembered one...no, that was false hope, if Shepard had ever heard it. They were so drunk she didn't remember doing them. Dammit. They were bound to be everywhere.

She shook off the inevitable work that was going to be and turned her full attention back on Six. It was a good thing neither of them were particularly modest when it came to nudity. Shepard wouldn't be getting an eyeful otherwise.]

Good. I don't wait in lines.

[Shepard had dodged the question the first time, and did so again. This time she dragged herself back a bit and commandeered a pillow. That was better.]

Hold off on the parties for a while. If there's any alcohol left on this station, we should probably save it for later.

[ Noticed Shepard avoided the question, but if she's that adamant, that might answer her question anyway. But Six will not pursue it any longer, then. Not... really in the mood for more vigorous activities now.

Still, she'll move onto a spot she noticed earlier. ] Quite the drinker. [ And Shepard seemed human. Not like a Spartan, sure, but... the amount of alcohol that is littering the room right now? Pretty sure the Commander drank a little more than even Six did. Possibly. ]

I blame that ability on terrible coping mechanisms and prosthetic livers.

[Shepard would be fine. A soak in a whirlpool wouldn't get turned down, but heat, effort, and movement sounded like a terrible plan to the blood in her ears. Hangover was priority.]

You should try Ryncol. [Shepard grinned, as though she had just realized that Six could survive being her drinking buddy.] Good stuff. Mildly irradiated. Could strip the ablative coating off of re-entry craft.

[ Prosthetic livers... Well, that gives an idea as to how Shepard can be so hardy, but Six gets the feeling that, even without such enhancement, Shepard is as tough as she goes.

You're getting a raised brow, Shepard. A change to her poker face! ] Ryncol? You drank radiated alcohol? [ What is your universe, Commander? ]

I drink irradiated alcohol. [Shepard is used to generally unamused reactions to that. She gets them on a regular basis.]

Someone tried to kill me with it once. [Shepard oh-so-casually stretched her arms up and folded them behind her head.] Acquired a taste for it after that.

[Hm. Most of the humor had gone right out of Six. Shame. Maybe a joke would do the trick.]

Don't suppose this was a passive aggressive attempt at murder, was it?

[ While Six does stiffen at that, she can sense the joke, at least. And, really, Shepard? Someone tries to poison you with it, and you get a taste for lethal drink. It's almost... amazing. ]

I don't make "attempts," Commander Shepard. [ Tries to put some morbid joke inflection in her voice. Might come off as husky, though. ]

[You think that's bad? You should hear about the time she took on a thresher maw with a pistol, a krogan teenager, and Mordin. A handful of clips, a few grenades, and some harsh language and she still managed to headbutt an alien in the face before leaving. Good times.

The inflection was all over the place with that, equal parts factual statement, morbid humor, and come on, but Shepard still had to applaud Six's ability to hold a flat expression.]

Good point. [One Shepard didn't doubt for a moment.]

How did we even manage to get you drunk?

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

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/Doesn't have Sexy-Leer icons.

don't worry. I don't either. 8D /sexy leer

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