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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[theuserabides]

Leave me to die in peace.

[Flynn pulls a pillow over his head.

It's possible he's not entirely serious.]

[alphaclass.livejournal.com]

[ Jalen raises an eyebrow. ]

Mhm.

Do you have any of these 'drugs' on hand?

[theuserabides]

Try behind the mirror in the bathroom. They'll be labeled "painkiller" or "analgesic."

[Flynn's voice is muffled by the pillow he hasn't bothered to move. Clu comes by that dramatic streak honestly.]

If you could bring a glass of water, that would help, too.

[alphaclass.livejournal.com]

[ The appropriate pill bottles aren't hard to find, but securing a glass from the kitchen takes a bit more time. He returns, padding back to Flynn's bed, with the glass of water and drugs in hand. The mattress sinks down as he kneels on it.

Your medicine, Flynn: delivered specially by naked ISO. ]

[theuserabides]

[That's gotta be somebody's kink.

Flynn (who has stopped dramatizing and is now sitting up, leaning against the headboard) gives Jalen a warm but tired smile.]

Thank you.

[Awright, self-medication time. Flynn defeats the childproof cap with ease and washes down more pills than is probably strictly necessary with a gulp of water. Unlike programming, pills don't work instantly, but the water is at least taking care of that roadkill-in-mouth problem.]