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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[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.