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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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[ 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.]

I don't think I am.

[ Closing his bathroom door and straightening his room, all the way until he gets to the desk tucked in the corner, papers torn and scattered, and oh my god are they sticky.

Carter just stands there a moment, too, before silently sweeping all of them off into the trash. ]

[... well that's a new one. Considering how anal - BAD WORD BAD WORD - Carter is about his paperwork, that's...

Paying attention to other things now. VERY. OBVIOUSLY.

What the hell was in that cake and how many cliffs does he have to push Jun off to pay him back for it.

But he finds his boots? And... is just sort of staring at the little tube of -- is it seriously fucking cherry flavoured? -- lubricant he's pulled out of one of them.

Slight, strangled noise. Oh god. His life.]

[ please tell him he didn't have sex with his lieutenant on his work desk please please please.

Carter exhales quietly and straightens up what he can, glancing at Thom when he pulls that out. ]

What-- what is it?

[and it's mostly empty oh jesus.

Thom just. Wordlessly pitches it at Carter. S-so humiliated.]

[ oh ]

I.

Didn't realize they made flavored.

[ offers the trash can silently. ]

[just. gonna. get rid of that now...]

Will wonders never cease.

[rofl he's just. head in hands.]

Carter, is this--

[oh hang on he can't articulate that thought. Please don't kick him off the team, bro. :(]

Hn.

[ Carter glances over, sighing quietly. ]

Thom?

[ ....God, you retard. Carter moves over and just curls an arm around his shoulders, a brief dude-hug. ]

[rofl he just stiffens at that contact. Not in protest, just. None of Noble could really class themselves as being a touchy-feely sort, but Thom's probably the closest they've got. He doesn't mind casual contact, but usually he's the one to initiate it. Having other people be the instigators? Sort of a different ball game.

Plus the adrenaline has sort of worn off and he's kind of. Remembering that fraternization? Sort of a big deal. He hasn't had as long to get out of the military mindset as everyone else.]

It's all good, One.

[You derp. Thom thwaps him lightly against the stomach.]

[ He's generally not, but Carter's... at a loss, honestly. He's not sure what to do, honestly, not sure how to handle this when he knows what they've done and he's pretty sure there's video evidence and-- hgnsghsgnsgh.

It's just a brief one-armed hug, not more than a few moments, and he sighs. ]

Good.

[Thom jerks his head towards the door, shoves his hands in his pants pockets.]

You okay facing the world?

[Because massive pounding headache or not he's hunger. And there isn't much that gets between a physically active spartan and their 10k calories a day.]

Always.

[ Herp, as good as he's gonna be. ]

-I'm going to need a moment, though.

[ u-uh. Silently motioning to the right corner of the room where there's a camera by the doorway. ]

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