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

[savor-last-shot.livejournal.com]

_{[Well, he didn't the fact that she was leaning all over him. His head minded, of course, but he'd ignore that for a little while.]}

That's fairly daring of you, Shepard.

_{[His grip tightened on her hips, but even hungover, he was careful not to cut flesh.]}

Typical.

_{[And he felt her legs, the soft warmth of her thighs pressed against him, the strange (perfect) way her body molded against his. She really had ruined him for turian women at this point, some small part of his mind had to admit. He didn't flip her - but he did lean forward and to nose at her cheek.]}

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

[As much as they talked the talk (and backed it up on more than a few occasions), Shepard always enjoyed this sort of thing the most. She'd never admit it to anyone living or dead, but she did. Shepard took the implied kiss for what it was and pressed her forehead against the side of his, the spot where his visor usually rested.

Her head was throbbing, but pressing it against something solid helped. Shepard closed her eyes briefly but that didn't affect her best command voice.]

Typical? Am I getting predictable?

[Shepard stretched up a hand and pressed it against his neck before sliding it up and behind his fringe.]

I should fix that.

[She had to shift her weight forward to really get good purchase behind his head, especially as he relaxed his neck. His grip on her hips helped for stability but all this ridiculous foreplay had her blood far from her head.

Shepard leaned foward and actually swooned as her headache pulsed. It was accidental, but she managed to butt the full weight of her head against Garrus's forehead and pin her hand at an awkward angle beneath them.]

Goddammit--[Shepard blinked, but didn't pull back. Oh god nausea, there you are.]--I-I retract my previous decision. Option 1 is the winner.

[savor-last-shot.livejournal.com]

Maybe I'm just getting better at reading you.

_{[There was a smile in his voice. Teasing Shepard was fun by itself, after all. He let his eyes close - helped with the light sensitivity, anyway - and made a little noise of pleasure as her fingers slid back.]}

Or maybe I've just gotten better at guessing-

_{[That's when playing chicken with a hangover swings from, "exciting, but mildly uncomfortable" to "very uncomfortable and only a little exciting". He frowned - well, it was there in his voice. A bit hard to frown without lip - and sat up, despite the accompanying throb in his head.]}

...probably a good idea.

_{[As much as he enjoyed the idea of sex that he could actually remember, making sure he and Shepard didn't end up miserable little balls of pain and misery for the next day or two was a bit higher up on the priority list. He slid an arm around her for support.]}

I'll have to get you when we're not nursing the mother of all hangovers.

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

Agreed. Rain check.

[Shepard climbed off him gingerly and dropped back to the bed, pulling Garrus with her. Despite her earlier objection, she could probably sleep for the next few days if this headache persisted. She took a moment to get comfortable again and, before she closed her eyes, she managed:]

Next one conscious has to look for painkillers.