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

oh god 8D

[nobleleader.livejournal.com]

[ Oh god oh god.

Hhhnngh. Carter makes a strained noise and just. Kind of. Okay, tries. :( His arm circles around her and he tugs her in to settle against him, relieved at that, at least. ]

I don't.

I-- that's good. That I won't.

[ SFSHGAKSLJF OH GOD screaming. ]

:D /Regrets nothing.

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

[Shepard hadn't seen a military officer this tense in her presence since she'd come back from Torfan. This was ridiculous, Carter was going to sprain something with how hard he was trying to...hell, she didn't even know--not fail at conversation? Not...accidentally kill her with his dick?

He was warm, and that was exceedingly nice. Had the general physique of a Greek god--there was something to that Spartan title--and he was...terrified? Damn. This was ridiculous. Funny, but ridiculous.

Shepard wasn't much for comforting other military officers, particularly those in other militaries, but shit was habit.]

This isn't that awkward, Carter.



[Okay, okay...she's a bad person but...just...one more:]

Would a 'Good morning' blowjob calm you down? Because I'd like another hour or two of sleep before I head back for patrol.

dying fskfsdgh

[nobleleader.livejournal.com]

It is if you don't normally wake up to people you don't know very well in your bed.

[ admittedly, he's not worried about the naked part of it, and he's not really concerned that she's naked either. he's used to naked bodies, he's used to all of that, it's more the fact that she's naked and he's naked and they had sex.

Then again, she didn't seem like she was hurt, and she didn't seem upset. While this was a clusterfuck of epic proportions, it wasn't likely to go as far south as he was afraid. ]

I don't know if that's wise with a hangover.

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

[Shepard stared at him, as if trying to figure out if he was fucking with her. Nope. Both those statements appeared to be 100% genuine and legit.]

Of all the shit wrong with this situation, you're going to go with: 'I don't know you that well,' as your primary argument for discomfort?

[Shepard let out a dry but genuinely amused laugh and dropped back down to the pillow. Her head hurt, and all this chatting hadn't helped, but messing with Spartans was turning into her primary source of amusement on this station.]

Take a moment and prioritize, just don't go anywhere. This room is freezing.

[nobleleader.livejournal.com]

It's a legitimate reason.

[ squirming a little, because oh, god, he's spent years fighting and been raised to do all these things-- just. Not. Sex. Sex was not exactly included in their intensive training. ]

I won't move.

[ :c If you're comfortable like this, he'll roll with it. Hnnng. He kind of shifts a little, curling an arm around her a little tighter, uncomfortable but not so bad. ]

Are our clothes anywhere?

[ please don't let him have ripped them please don't let him have ripped them ]

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

[Which part of: 'I want to go back to sleep' was Carter having trouble with? He was still uncomfortable, and now he was talking. Didn't seem likely to stop talking. At least his voice wasn't making her headache worse.

Shepard briefly considered responding with: 'You tell me' but then she'd just be handing him an excuse to jump out of bed and start looking. If he got up, she'd get up, and she didn't particularly want to.

Instead, Shepard pushed up on her elbow and peered around the mostly dark room. There was a very neatly stacked set of tank armor in the corner, a lot of broken furniture, a dent in the wall that she'd probably be pretty amused by later, and a good deal of various N7 gear scattered about.

Shepard dropped back down and glanced over at him as she answered.]

Gear, yes. Clothing, no--oh. Hm.

[Well, that looked like part of her shirt on the ceiling fan.]

[nobleleader.livejournal.com]

We put a dent in the wall.

[ He just kind of squints at it, tone so very resigned.

Okay. This wasn't...the worst thing to have happened. It wasn't the best, either, but he could deal with this as best as could be expected.

His arm sinks back when she pushes herself up, and for a long moment, he realizes he's not looking at the room, but at her breasts, and ohsweetjesus did he leave those bruises? ]

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

That we did.

[She couldn't tell without getting a good look at it (read as: standing up and going over there) which one of them had actually been on the wall side or the shoving side. She silently hoped she hadn't used biotics on Carter, but her headache was persistent.

A moment passed and he was still silent. She glanced down at him and--hell was that a look of horror? At her tits? Oh, for fuck's sake.]

Carter, I've seen the rack on one of your giant soldier women. There's no goddam way you haven't seen tits before.

[She would have made an obscene gesture, just out of habit, really, but then she noticed the bruises. The extensive bruises. Hand-shaped too. Huh.

It really wasn't fair that she couldn't remember most of last night.]

[nobleleader.livejournal.com]

[ He has that quick, fleeting worry all over again, because his hands causing those kinds of bruises - he just hopes she's not bruised anywhere else, though he's sure it probably happened. ]

--to be fair, proportionally, most of them don't have--

[ STOPPING THAT TRAIN OF THOUGHT RIGHT THERE. Kat didn't really have large breasts-- they were on the smaller side, though he didn't mind. ]

Not often.

[ like. once before this in a way that actually had to do with fooling around. :( ]