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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[seems-legit.livejournal.com]

[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.

[damnithardison.livejournal.com]

[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?]

[seems-legit.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[damnithardison.livejournal.com]

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.]

[theniputitback.livejournal.com]

[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?

[seems-legit.livejournal.com]

[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.

[damnithardison.livejournal.com]

[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.

[theniputitback.livejournal.com]

[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?

[seems-legit.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[damnithardison.livejournal.com]

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.

[theniputitback.livejournal.com]

[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.