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

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?

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2. Tag other people and try and piece the night together or not. Up to you.
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[Eyes on the ceiling.]

No idea, sir. Last thing I remember - that cake?

[Pretty sure it had been one of Jun's...]

I vaguely remember it.

[ Hhnng. sitting up with a small groan, and just kind of pressing a hand to his face. Even his face hurts. ]

[Bro :( he can't even get fidgety, your distress is just sort of freaking him out.]

Pretty sure nothing happened, Commander.

[REASSURE?]

[ shooting him a dubious look. ]

I highly doubt that.

[HE'S TRYING TO MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER YOU KNOW WHAT WOULD BE GREAT? YOU PLAYING ALONG.

Thom just. Looks at him. And then back to the ceiling. And then he rubs a hand across a scar on his abdomen - appendix removal, believe it or not.]

Well even if it did it's --

[oh god, all the horror--]

Not like I'd mind.

[oh god so fucking red. DAMN THAT CEILING IS INTERESTING BUSINESS...]

[ LMFAO JUST STARING AT YOU. ]

You don't need to lie to make me feel better, Thom. It's alright.

[ l-looking at you, hnngh. It's not like you're unattractive, but he. Doesn't. Make it a habit of sleeping with his team.

[... okay that's actually worse than just about anything else you could have said. GOOD JOB, BOSS.]

Respectfully, sir? Not something I'd lie about.

[oh he's a little pissed off. AND PROBABLY NOT HIDING IT AS WELL AS HE SHOULD >|]

[ oh, man, he knows he's said the wrong thing.

Carter reaches out and touches his shoulder lightly. ]

--sorry.

[ so fucking awkward. ]

[He just ... ALL THE IRRITATED LOOKS, but anything he says right at this moment is probably going to be kind of petty and he's still got enough restraint to realize hey, probably not the best idea. Instead,]

Seen my clothes?

[ he doesn't look irritated, but he's concerned, at the very least, drawing a leg up to himself and tugging the sheets, too. ]

Folded on the chair, I think.

[SEE, RESTRAINT. ... That's actually more than he would have expected, hm.

And then he's off the bed and after his clothes. You could choke an Elite with all the awkward in this room right now.]

[ Giving you a once over that's got nothing to do with desire and everything to do with team dad making sure Thom's okay. ]

Are all of our clothes there?

Looks like. Want yours?

[He turns just enough to catch the tail end of that look, which he's seen enough to recognize. Admittedly usually he's just been shot, or stabbed, or subjected to some other form of injury.

dka;sdfj ANGER AGAIN.]

Sir?

Affirmative.

[ Sliding out of bed and wandering over to reach a hand out for the clothing, steadfastly ignoring that sir and the flash of anger he sees. ]

[oh no you didn't.

Thom just grabs him by the arm and just. HNRGH]

I'm not sure what to be pissed about first. The fact that you've apparently decided I am fragile or the fact that you think you could hurt a member of your team.

[A GAUNTLET IS THROW. eff you, good sir.]

[ Whoa.

Carter jerks straight and just eyes Thom evenly, letting the lieutenant grab his arm, not moving back. ]

I wouldn't intentionally. We all know that.

If you say you're alright, I trust you.

[ grabbing your pants and pressing them into your hands, sir. :\ ]

[Just. Gives him a Look before releasing his arm and taking those pants.]

I'm fine.

[... and then, rather tersely,]

You okay?

[ backing a good foot away, silently getting his and just kind of holding them, glancing up at Thom at the question. ]

No noticeable injuries, except for the headache.

[Thom just. gets awkwardly back into his pants.]

Best we can ask for, I guess.

[t-trying to sort of lighten the conversation...]

Affirmative.

[ sliding into his boxer-briefs and pants, and sighing as he pushes a hand through his hair. ]

I would have preferred to remember.

[Thom just snorts.]

Seeing as how I haven't --

[... done that before...]

I can probably fill in the blanks by saying 'lots of awkward'.

[There's obvious colour to his cheeks. HRGH shirt.]

I would agree.

[ his shirt is a little worse for wear, but he tugs it on, tucks it in neatly, and pauses when he sees the cracked mirror in the bathroom. Silently, he goes to it, and realizes that's a horribly handshaped set of cracks on the mirror, like someone put both hands against it. ]

Oh.

[ what were we doing in the bathroom in front of a mirror *_____* ]

[SO FUCKING - :KJOUDJF -- AUGH]

So which one of us has the seven years of bad luck to look forward to?

[DID HE JUST. OH GOD. FF. he's so fucking bright red he's practically incandescent. Okay, yeah, he has a vague memory of what exactly caused those cracks and oh god no brain shutting down in three, two, one...]

I would assume both.

[ Said so wryly, just looking at that poor mirror, glancing back at Thom. ]

If that's all the damage in here, though, I'll consider us lucky.

[S-sheepish shrug. At least he's clothed. He's never been particularly uncomfortable being naked, but damn.]

... You in the habit of breaking things, sir?

[... better question, does he really want to know.]

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