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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[alphaclass.livejournal.com]

[ He squints down. Gibson's stealing of the covers makes this question an easy one to answer. ]

No.

[ why does this not surprise him. ]

[theshirtlessiso.livejournal.com]

Oh.

Guess that explains what we're doing in the same bed.

[Does he sound particularly bothered by that implication? Nnnnnope.]

[alphaclass.livejournal.com]

[ At this point, Jalen's just glad it's someone he knows. ]

I suppose so.

I can't remember any of it.

[theshirtlessiso.livejournal.com]

... huh. Me neither.

Check your disc?

[Because like hell is Gibson getting out of these blankets right now. Besides, Jalen's better-adapted to the light than he is.]

[alphaclass.livejournal.com]

[ Sigh. It's a good idea, but there's no way he's going to be able to reach behind him in this state. Read as: he doesn't want to right now, because movement. ]

Could you reach it for me?

[ he rolls onto his stomach to give Gibson access. ]

[theshirtlessiso.livejournal.com]

... nnnn, fine.

[why you gotta make him get out of the blankets, Jalen. Gibson slowly unwinds himself from the covers and reaches across to unhook Jalen's disc and hold it out to the other program.

Moving is starting to hurt less than it did before--well, slightly less, anyway--and the light is starting to fade back to its usual level of intolerable brightness rather than simply causing hideous stabbing pains.]

[alphaclass.livejournal.com]

[ Jalen takes his disc and props himself up on his elbows, bringing up the interface. His runs his fingers through it, flipping through the most recent memories of this morning to the fuzzy ones of last night; upon reaching them, he brings them up in holographic form and lets them play out.

Looking at it makes him squint, because bright, but... the digital versions of him and Gibson... are clear...

If Jalen could blush, he would be doing so. But all he can manage is an arched eyebrow and a slightly open mouth. He'd had no idea Gibson could do that. ]

[theshirtlessiso.livejournal.com]

[Gibson's still laying flat on his stomach, head propped on his arms. This means he's watching the action sideways, but that's more than enough to get the gist of what happened last night. It's about what Gibson had expected--wait, no, what's Jalen doing with his tongue?

Why can't Gibson remember this.]

Didn't know you had it in you, Jalen.

[Is that a smirk? That's definitely a smirk.]

[alphaclass.livejournal.com]

[ Jalen's silent, but it speaks volumes: he didn't know he had it in him either -- though, if they wanted to get technical, he didn't know he had it in Gibson. After a moment, he collapses the hologram and sits up, groaning a little at the strain, and hooks the disc back between his shoulder-blades.

He opens his mouth to apologize, but there... really isn't anything to be sorry for. ]

It's not something I've done before.

[ the getting crunk out his mind bit. And the... tongue bit. ]

[theshirtlessiso.livejournal.com]

[Jalen, honey, you need to get out more.

Gibson pushes himself up a second or two after Jalen does, stretching like a cat before finally straightening up and arranging the sheets around him. The look he shoots Jalen once he reaches his full height is both disbelieving and incredibly smug, which is... a combination that spells trouble no matter how you look at it, frankly.]

Really.

[alphaclass.livejournal.com]

[ He leans against the headboard, all languid and sleep-lazy, regarding Gibson with a flat look. He knows that expression, and it's not particularly reassuring. Especially considering the circumstances. ]

Really.

[ do you have a point? ]

[theshirtlessiso.livejournal.com]

Sure didn't look like you'd never done that before.

[That's his only point--although maybe "only" is a bit of an understatement.]

[alphaclass.livejournal.com]

[ He doesn't go around having sex with anyone who catches his fancy, if that's what you mean. He's a politician. There's barely time.

... He is quite good with his mouth, however. ]

Don't assume, Gibson.

[ it doesn't sound chastising, only faintly amused. And, if he's honest, faintly embarrassed. ]

[theshirtlessiso.livejournal.com]

[Gibson just shrugs, arms splayed behind him to prop himself up.]

I'm just telling you what it looked like.

[He's done a pretty good job of implying a few other things, but that is the only thing he's actually said.]

[alphaclass.livejournal.com]

[ He knows what it looks like, Gibson. Kind of impossible to ignore. ]

Well. Regardless of... what we've seen, I still can't remember any of it.

[ he doesn't know if that's a relief or a disappointment. ]

[theshirtlessiso.livejournal.com]

I think you mean what we did.

[It's almost kind of cute how far Jalen's willing to go to avoid saying "had sex", really.]

And neither can I, but are you really all that worried? It's not like we don't know what happened.