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!

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[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. :( ]