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

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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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[ RIGHT AS SHE JUST GRABBED THE SOAP, THOM. NOW SHE REMEMBERS. AND NOW SHE DROPS THE SOAP.

If this were prison, oh god- ] I... [ The soap. It's at his foot. ]

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[.....................

UM.

staring, staring. following her line of visio--- ;kjda;lkdjfa;sdf

so what else can he do to distract her? GRAB HER AND KISS HER. OBVIOUSLY.]

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[ WHAT IS THIS THING YOU CALLED KISSING. Never been kissed, Spartan style. It's a sudden thing, and maybe the alcohol is somehow still lying around in her system, but this is... what. Making her warmer.

J-Jerks back a bit, accidentally bumping her toe against the soap and making it slide past her. Shit. Tingling lips, what. Glancing between Thom and the Soap now. ]

I... should get the soap.

[ LAMEST REACTION TO A KISS OR LAMEST REACTION TO A KISS. Nonetheless, Six doesn't wait to turn and bend to pick up the Soap. Right in front of Thom, too. ]

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[oh jesus he just closes his eyes and thinks very, very hard about, like, dropping out of a pelican half a mile up without a chute. Or getting shot. He's done that recently HE STILL HAS A HALF-HEALED SCAR FROM IT CONCENTRATE--

IT'S NOT WORKING

because seriously datass. he's not even an ass guy. what the hell]

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[ Picks it up, but the fact that he kissed her - Thom Kissed Her - is prickling at her mind and the damn Soap is slippery this time. For about half a minute and then she straightens and turns.

And notices someone getting, er... QUICKLY LOOKS BACK UP. ]

Should I wash your chest or you do it yourself? [ Training her eyes to keep them from moving anywhere below his chin, yes. And she offers because. Well. She put it there first. ]

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[WHY IS SHE ASKING HIM THESE DIFFICULT QUESTIONS WHEN THE MAJORITY OF HIS BLOODFLOW IS SO OBVIOUSLY OCCUPIED IN PLACES OTHER THAN HIS BRAIN...]

I. Uh. I got this.

[annnnnd he takes the soap and just. SO QUICK AND EFFICIENT AT THIS WHOLE PERSONAL GROOMING THING AND TOTALLY IGNORING HIS RAGING HARD ON DOOP DOOP...]

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[ Will just. Busy herself with something else. Like shampooing her hair. Takes a bottle and unloads - stop it - a thick lather on her hand... Thank god her hand is covering her vision before she slightly turns and scrubs at her hair. Yup.

It must be hard - NO FUCKING PUN INTENDED - for men to just... hide their interests. ]

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[you have no idea.

But he's done with that soap now and just. sets it aside.]

Here, let me.

[oh is his voice a little lower than normal. COUGH. Hairscrubs?]

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[ Hairscrubs is allowed! She lowers her head...

But that's it. She lowers her head and it's right there. Closing her eyes. Let her mind wander elsewhere. Yes.




You know, she licked chocolate ice cream off that--

SNAPS EYES OPEN. ... OH GOD DAMMIT. ]

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

[UH.]

Sorry - I - Uh. Sorry. It's. Hard. I mean. Obviously. I --

[JESUS WHY DOES WORD HAS --]

- You're. Pretty. And it's hard to ... ignore. That.

[Pretty and wet and naked and in his personal space and jfc so fucking embarrassed rn.]

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[ At least her head is bowed low to hide her growing blush. TALK ABOUT A WAY WITH WORDS THERE, THOM. ]

I... I'm sorry for making it that way? [ And then here come's Six's habit- ] I'd try to help if I could- [ No, wait. ] Relieve i- [ EVEN WORSE. ]

Looking at you like this... [ TRAILS OFF. HOW TO FINISH THAT SENTENCE, OH GOD, WHY DID SHE EVEN START. It's got her all... hot and bothered, too? ]

... And thank you. [ For the pretty comment. ]

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[rofl he just. sort of. stares. what does he even say to that?]

I... do you maybe want to ... try again? Without the memory loss. ... And the ice cream.

[GEARING UP FOR REJECTION ALL UP IN HERE...]

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[ She looks up, her expression showing a hint of surprise. A-And maybe... ]

No ice cream? [ L-Light teasing? WELL, THEY ALREADY SORTA DID IT. And she doesn't remember it. Kind of a shame. ]

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No ice cream.

[VERY FIRMLY.]

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[ Well. Now or never. ]

... Have to pay up for making your chest sticky someday, Thom. [ Amusement in her tone and eyes. I-Is that answer enough? ]