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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?

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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[This was the question that finally prompted Eliot to turn around. Awkward, cautious hope was a strange expression to see on Hardison's face, but as it wasn't wincing fear, he felt better equipped to deal with it.]

If you're not upset.

Uh.

[Hardison was at a loss for a second, then another. Oh--Right. The whole two men having sex and those two men being them thing. Oddly enough, it really didn't bother him as much as he would have predicted.

In some weird way, it was with someone who cared about him and that was better than a random hot chick. Not that he would turn down a random hot chick, or anything. Just...yeah, probably, awkwardly, the best possible scenario.

The drinking was probably a bad call, but he had a little more adrenaline left over before the hangover really caught up with him.]

Naw man. I mean if it was going to be anyb-Wait. Just, you know, I could have done a lot wor-um-you're way better than...things. I should really think harder before speaking.

[Deep breath. Inhale. Exhale.]

Not upset. Totally cool. Let's just put it behind us and move forward to the future and future type...things.

[Eliot nodded affirmatively. He had no words. No proper words. But he had never been in a situation even remotely close to this, so he had nothing to go off of. Sure, moving forward seemed like a good idea, but he felt like he had to say something.]

I don't wish you were a woman. Just so we're clear. I just assumed-- but

[He scratched his neck and his fingers brushed over no fewer than two tender points where he assumed there were hickeys. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been with someone that had marked him up like this. Good times. Wait. He was in the middle of a sentence.]

[...Where the hell had be been going with that?]

Seriously, I don't even know how you were that wrong. I moisturize, I admit it, but: no.

[That whole...treading lightly thing? Well, apparently, he was done with that. This was, perhaps, due to the fact that this was getting a little too full of feelings and everything, and Eliot was still standing there all low-slung jeans, no shirt, and romance-novel wet hair just sort of half smiling at nothing while he pawed at all the marks on his neck.

Awkward just became uncomfortable. As in it was uncomfortable how easy it was to believe that had gone down, now that he was thinking about it.

Also: he did not look like a woman from behind. He was just...lithe. Yeah...]

[His lip twitched in annoyance.] Don't start. I know you didn't mistake me for a girl. [Someone was not fully thinking about their implications.]

[Hardison doesn't have a really great answer for that one that won't plunge this straight back into awkward territory. Not that he's thinking that hard about it, you just don't answer insinuations about being girly with compliments on another dude's masculinity.

It just isn't done.]

Hey man, I'm not the one with flowing golden locks and low-risers.

[Oh son, it is on. Eliot took a single step forward.] You want to try that again, Hardison? [At least it was closer to the friendly 'I will beat the shit out of you' stance?]

[Hardison wasted all of that good, old'fashioned survival reflex earlier, when Eliot was unpredictably angry. In this situation? It didn't even kick in.

It was hard to say whether this was a good or bad thing.]

I may use lotion, but I don't order it from salons, baby. Only other person I know who uses conditioner that nice is Sophie.

[He was tempted to make a joke about how well fitted Eliot's pants were, and if he borrowed them from the grifter, but that was right back where they started.]

Keep talkin' technogeek. [Eliot growled.] --And it may be from a salon, but nothing covers up the smell of blood quite like it. [Manly manly manly.]

[And that's when the door burst open without warning and Parker stuck her head into the room.]

Oh! I was wondering where you guys -

[She caught sight of the scratches and...other, unidentifiable minor injuries littering Eliot's torso, and stopped, staring at him curiously.]

What happened to you?

[Hardison had a really scathing remark, too, one that would have probably gotten him punched--but suddenly there was Parker. He just stares, gaping in sudden, frozen embarrassment-terror. After a second, he snaps his mouth closed and looks back at Eliot. He really hopes that telepathy is possible because if there was one thing that would probably wreck his chances with Parker it was this.

Man. Do not. Tell. Parker.]

Uh...Yeah. Good question, Parker.

[Eliot jerks at the sound of Parker's voice. It's rare for him to show surprise, but there's a brief second of pure deer in the headlights before he responds.]

Rose. --Roses. I fell into a girly rose bush. [He licks his lips.] I was in a fight.

[She just gives him this look.]

You got in a fight with a rose bush?

[And before he can answer, she enters the room and flops onto the bed, leaning back on her hands and looking expectantly at them.]

So what're you guys up to?

[All Hardison's previous failures in the 'Playing it Cool' department had lead up to this moment. It was Karma, baby, clearly he could not fail to play it cool now. He'd earned that much.]

Uh...Not much. Just...chillin and fightin' rosebushes.

[Okay. That was...not good.]

No. I got in a fight and-- [He chokes on his frustrated sigh. He really does not want to think about Parker sitting somewhere that he and Hardison had sex? Hell, he didn't want to think about Parker being anywhere near where anyone had sex.]

We were going out [...FUUU WORD CHOICES] for pancakes.

[Your distraction techniques are second to none, Eliot. Parker brightens and sits up straight, all questions about how exactly one picked a fight with a rosebush instantly forgotten.]

I like pancakes.

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so there was this once drunk party last night...

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In b4 "his girly moisturizer has a very distinctive scent, OKAY? B("

"You moisturize more than Sophie" >:1

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