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

[suckitimashark.livejournal.com]

C'mon, Shep. Five more minutes. [Between the head jostling and the increasingly bad pain in his arms, he is not a happy camper.] I wonder if I'd respawn drunk. [Death seems like a pretty swell option at the moment.]

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

[Shepard grunted irritably as he set his head back down on her hip. If possible, he was trying to take up more room. She allowed it for a moment, until he started squirming to find the most comfortably soft section of her lower torso. Then she smacked him.]

If you want me to kill you, you'll have to wait until I can find my gun.

[A pause.]

Or until I have the energy to smother you.

[She didn't know why Thane preferred neck snapping so goddam much. The twitchy corpses it left behind creeped her right the hell out...and if you managed to rupture a blood vessel, then it just got everywhere. Her legs felt like they were on fire.

Distracted from the migraine though.]

[suckitimashark.livejournal.com]

C'mon, love. Just. Stop fighting it. [Did he even know what he was talking about? Probably not. But found the most delightfully comfortable position, Shepard was warm, and his hands were almost at the point where they didn't feel like he was dipping them in hot lead. Passing out in three... two...]

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

[Shepard narrowed her eyes at Virgil. He was not going to enjoy any form of sleep after waking her from a slumber more comfortable than death. She was sore in ways that would be embarrassing if she were anyone else. As it was, she accepted the sharp pang of abdominal pain and the searing jerk of her awakening legs and arched her pelvis to toss him off.]

Keep it up and I'll find the energy.

[She could always throw his corpse out the window and go back to sleep, after all.]

[suckitimashark.livejournal.com]

[Virgil found himself not just flipped off of Shepard's person, but off of the entire bed. The jarring movement stirred his stomach. As a species without a gag reflex, it was very rare for carcharians to puke. This just happened to be one of those happy exceptions. Luckily, the window was open. Have some sickening squelchy barf noises, Shep.]

Did I seriously eat that?

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

[Shepard rarely relished in the sound of someone else vomiting, but Virgil was hung up on the window and the thought of shoving him the rest of the way out just brought a smile to her face. Shepard huffed on the bed and scrubbed her hands through her hair before forcing herself to a seated position.

With feeling back in her legs, she had a very keen idea of just how long they'd been going at it. Those bite-marks on her thighs were going to itch like a bitch. Shepard frowned and braced on the nightstand (what was left of the nightstand) as she pushed herself into an awkward, unstable standing position.]

You eat everything.

[suckitimashark.livejournal.com]

[He reached out of the window to retrieve... a very sticky knife and a handful of coins.]

There's generally some discretion. [He wiped his mouth with his free hand and turns the blade over. It looked nice, but he had no idea who it belonged to.]

[cmdr-renegade.livejournal.com]

[Whatever witty comeback she'd prepared was forgotten as she arched a brow at Virgil. A knife. Wait--that was--Shepard glanced around for a moment and spotted her concealed weapon's holster hanging from the ceiling fan. All three straps had been cut.

Well, two of them had. The third looked like it had been chewed through.

Fantastic.

Had she tried to stab him in the face before...or after that? Now this was the question.]

Wash that off before you give it back. I want it clean before I start stabbing at you again.