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

[sniperbitch.livejournal.com]

[ LITTLE GIRL SHRIEK also wiggling the fuck out of Emile's grasp in pure panic and pretty much throwing himself off the bed.

And taking all the sheets with him. ]

[evaskullface.livejournal.com]

[OKAY, OKAY, I'M AWAKE NOW GODDAMMIT.]

O'Brien? What the fuck are you doin' here?

[sniperbitch.livejournal.com]

[ oh god clutching his head everything hurts STOP TALKING SO LOUDLY ]

I don't fucking know ohgodmyhead.

[evaskullface.livejournal.com]

[He sits up and crosses his arms, and by the way since you stole all the blankets that means he's very naked.]

Cause last I heard, you was all, "No homo, Emile!"

[sniperbitch.livejournal.com]

I'm still no homo--

[ oh god oh god what did he do last night what did he do LOOK OF HORROR ]

D-did. Did we. Did I.

Emile I don't remember what did I do.

[evaskullface.livejournal.com]

Well, I don't think you got any ruptured internal organs, so you're probably okay.

[THAT'S A JOKE. Emile actually seems to be quite calm about all this.]

...you ain't wearing your pants, though. [He nods up at the ceiling fan.]

[sniperbitch.livejournal.com]

[ No Emile you don't understand this is life or death DID HE DO SOMETHING GAY TO YOU.

...why this is his first thought and fear, he doesn't know, because he should probably be more afraid of the vice versa scenario aka did Emile do anything to him, but welp. What am emotional maturity.

He follows Emile's line of sight up to the fan and just. Stands there. And then says very calmly, ]

I'm gonna be sick.

[ brb bolting for the bathroom. ]

[evaskullface.livejournal.com]

[Considering Emile's slightly more concernedabout what he may have done to O'Brien (the alcohol didn't impair his judgment that badly, did it?), that's reasonable.

And seriously? How did he ever survive on a battlefield with a stomach that weak? He yells after O'Brien.]

You want some water or something?

[sniperbitch.livejournal.com]

[ SOUND OF VIOLENT RETCHING IN ANSWER.

So, yes. ]

[evaskullface.livejournal.com]

[Spartans always keep first-aid kits in their rooms, so Emile gets a little packet of Hangover Relief for him, though he has to go into the bathroom to fill the glass from the sink.

He sets the glass down next to O'Brien quietly.

YEAH HE'S STILL BUTT NAKED.]

[sniperbitch.livejournal.com]

[ STEADFASTLY NOT LOOKING anyway he's hunched over the bowl and gropes blindly for the glass with one hand when he hears it clink against the tile. ]

[ this might be accusing if it weren't so bleary and interrupted by him taking the longest drink ever. ]

You're sposed to--sposed to--

--be Rookie, goddammit.

[ THE MOST UNFOCUSED GLARE IN EMILE'S GENERAL DIRECTION. ]

[evaskullface.livejournal.com]

[Emile looks dubiously at O'Brien and then back at himself. (The hangover's not so bad, really, if you spend a moment to look at how very many scars are on that body, and that the only one that ever took him out of a fight is the nasty twin plasma burns through his chest.)]

You mean you couldn't tell the difference?

[Cause he's pretty sure O'Brien knows Rookie isn't a seven-foot-tall black dude.]

[sniperbitch.livejournal.com]

Of course I can.

[ He winces at his own voice, and promptly lowers it to more hangover appropriate levels. ]

Was gonna go talk to him. Got shitfaced, pounded on the wrong door.

[ In other words, someone was looking for liquid courage. He scrubs both hands over his face. ]

M'not even old enough to drink, fuckdammit.

[evaskullface.livejournal.com]

[Oh.

Emile turns away.]

...Kept going, though.

[And now he wonders if that was an accident.]

[sniperbitch.livejournal.com]

I wanted to.

[ He's too tired and sick to be defensive or lie. ]

Sorry.

[evaskullface.livejournal.com]

[His tone is quiet and very carefully even.]

Sorry you wanted to, or sorry it was me?

[sniperbitch.livejournal.com]

Well I'm sure fucking glad it wasn't Carter.

I'm sorry I showed up here hammered and that I was gay at you and made you cheat on Jorge or whatever, and you should've thrown me out on my ass.

[ Instead of, you know, letting O'Brien unzip your pants with seriously hypocritical enthusiasm. ]

[evaskullface.livejournal.com]

[That does get a little grin, though he's still turned away from O'Brien. (He wouldn't have been nearly as successful with Carter, anyway.)]

I'm not.

[Sorry, he means.]

[sniperbitch.livejournal.com]

You should be.

Aren't you like dating Jorge.

--fuck, is he going to snap me in half? He's gonna snap me in half.

[evaskullface.livejournal.com]

[Now he's just going to feel bad. And put some pants on.]

He ain't gonna snap you in half.

[He lets out a little frustrated breath and rubs the side of his head with one hand.]

You didn't make me do anything, O'Brien.

[sniperbitch.livejournal.com]

[ STILL GLARING BLEARILY he can't even begin to comprehend that Emile's not acting like a smug asshole about this. Even when the scorn doesn't exist, he mentally invents it. ]

Are you sure? Because I would snap me in half. If I were him.

...except if I were him I'd be dating you, so it would be okay that I sucked you off like three times-- ohgod.

[ CLUTCHING HIS HEAD IN ABJECT MISERY HIS LIFE IS OVER ]

Why did you let me do that.

[evaskullface.livejournal.com]

[STILL NOT LOOKING AT YOU]

If you think he ain't okay with sharing, you don't know Jorge very well.

Fuck, probably the same reason you let me rub one off on you a couple times. Like I was gonna say no?

[sniperbitch.livejournal.com]

I don't know Jorge very well.

[ This are fact.

And then, much quieter, ]

...I'm sorry.

[evaskullface.livejournal.com]

[Every time you say that, it just makes him feel worse. Emile grunts.]

Yeah, well, you didn't start out sober. Don't see how you're the one at fault here.

[sniperbitch.livejournal.com]

That's not--

[ frustrated noise. ]

Come here.