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

/rage

[howkickassiam.livejournal.com]

[ nah, man, he has a thing for scars and chicks that are badass. B) He's got his own fair share of them, too; his left side far more than the right. ]

Think I challenged you to drinking, and uh, lost rather spectacularly.

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

If it makes you feel better, I'm willing to call it a tie.

[Somewhere between the hangover and the sex she figured that victory and loss came out in the wash.]

Though if you wanted a rematch, I won't complain.

[howkickassiam.livejournal.com]

Augh, god, no more drinking right now, please.

[ dragging his hands through his hair, making a face in response to that. Ugh, no more drinking ever. ]

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

[Shepard's chest shook with silent laughter.]

Fine, fine.

[She waited half a beat and patted him genially on one peck before adding:]


But if I'm sober, it may cost you a few more turtles. Fair warning.

[howkickassiam.livejournal.com]

[ he snorts at that, lifting a hand to run it through her hair lightly, tucking it behind her ear. ]

I'll get 'em later. Pretty comfy right now, headache aside.

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

Staying in bed? Good call.

[Now that she'd conclusively identified the person she was half sleeping on (and deemed them not a particular threat), Shepard closed her eyes and let herself drift back toward sleep. It probably wouldn't stick, given the persistent throbbing between her eyes, but it was worth a try.]

Do me a favor. If any of your other girlfriends bust in with guns, shove me off the right side of the bed.

[She's only half kidding.]

Think that's where I left my holster.

[howkickassiam.livejournal.com]

Pretty lady and a warm bed? Screw that, I'm staying here a while longer.

[ he grins at that, though, a little guilty, honestly, but he'll deal with the guilt later. ]

Will do. Don't think anyone will, though.

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

You know you can leave off the flattery. I'm already here.

[Still, it's amusing. It's not often Shepard get's called a 'lady' and 'pretty' is usually reserved for use by suck-ups who don't want to get shot.]

Good. Hate getting into firefights with a hangover. Even our firearms aren't that quiet.

[howkickassiam.livejournal.com]

Hey, I'm allowed to flirt and flatter to my heart's content.

[ yawning, and rolling a little bit so he can tangle their legs together, mmm. ]

No firefights in my house. Screw that.

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

[Shepard didn't complain as she threw a leg up over his and generally maneuvered herself closer against his torso. He was warm, and Shepard intended to take full advantage of that fact.]

Your call, York. Your ship, your rules. [Proverbially speaking, of course. On both counts.]

[York the side of your neck is a very comfortable place to rest a head. Shepard is just going to keep doing that.]

[howkickassiam.livejournal.com]

[ he'll just keep running his hands over her bare back, then, idly touching. he's oddly appropriate, considering they'd had sex, but still. ]

Ship, hah.

[ Okay, no more talking, snuggling the naked ht lady in his bed. ]