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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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[Oh.

Emile turns away.]

...Kept going, though.

[And now he wonders if that was an accident.]

I wanted to.

[ He's too tired and sick to be defensive or lie. ]

Sorry.

[His tone is quiet and very carefully even.]

Sorry you wanted to, or sorry it was me?

Well I'm sure fucking glad it wasn't Carter.

I'm sorry I showed up here hammered and that I was gay at you and made you cheat on Jorge or whatever, and you should've thrown me out on my ass.

[ Instead of, you know, letting O'Brien unzip your pants with seriously hypocritical enthusiasm. ]

[That does get a little grin, though he's still turned away from O'Brien. (He wouldn't have been nearly as successful with Carter, anyway.)]

I'm not.

[Sorry, he means.]

You should be.

Aren't you like dating Jorge.

--fuck, is he going to snap me in half? He's gonna snap me in half.

[Now he's just going to feel bad. And put some pants on.]

He ain't gonna snap you in half.

[He lets out a little frustrated breath and rubs the side of his head with one hand.]

You didn't make me do anything, O'Brien.

[ STILL GLARING BLEARILY he can't even begin to comprehend that Emile's not acting like a smug asshole about this. Even when the scorn doesn't exist, he mentally invents it. ]

Are you sure? Because I would snap me in half. If I were him.

...except if I were him I'd be dating you, so it would be okay that I sucked you off like three times-- ohgod.

[ CLUTCHING HIS HEAD IN ABJECT MISERY HIS LIFE IS OVER ]

Why did you let me do that.

[STILL NOT LOOKING AT YOU]

If you think he ain't okay with sharing, you don't know Jorge very well.

Fuck, probably the same reason you let me rub one off on you a couple times. Like I was gonna say no?

I don't know Jorge very well.

[ This are fact.

And then, much quieter, ]

...I'm sorry.

[Every time you say that, it just makes him feel worse. Emile grunts.]

Yeah, well, you didn't start out sober. Don't see how you're the one at fault here.

That's not--

[ frustrated noise. ]

Come here.

[ALL THE B|-FACE but he goes over there.]

[ You can't B| face at him, he's on his knees in your bathroom looking small and pathetic and miserable because he has to be honest. ]

I wanted to. I wasn't that drunk that I didn't know where I was or who you were.

...I'll leave if you're pissed. I'll pretend it never happened.

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[There's some silence, in the way only a stealth-trained Spartan is capable of, and then Emile kneels down to him and places a hand on O'Brien's shoulder.]

If I didn't want it, you woulda been right out that door in the first two minutes, O'Brien. I just need to know that when you came to me, you came to me.

...I know what fucking door goes where.

I wanted to apologize to you, too. It probably got lost in all the... you know.

[ SLIGHTLY OBSCENE HAND GESTURE. ]

[He leans back against a wall, though there's a grin teasing at his features now.]

Guess I probably ought to accept your apology, then.

I was always shit at them.

[ He hauls himself up to his feet shakily. ]

You want to go back to sleep until you feel a little less like shit?

[He glances to the bed with a clear question - with me?]

[ cue bewildered look. that's funny, it sounds like you asked him if he wanted to go back to bed in Emile's super comfy bed instead of staggering back to his own room. ]

...you want me to stay?

Unless you want to go back through the hall while your gills are so green.

[Uh-huh. Nice warm bed...okay, it's warmer when there's a Spartan sharing it with you.]

[ S-SUDDEN kicked puppy look. This conversation is not going the way he expected. ]

...why?

[GOD O'BRIEN, SO NEEDY. Emile shrugs and looks away for a brief moment.]

I'm tired. You're tired. And I woke up in a damn good mood before you started puking all over the place.

Wouldn't mind getting that mood back.

...

[ ... ]

Okay.

[ He's not up for thinking about this. Give him a couple minutes to drink some more water and dunk his head in the sink and grab mouthwash, and then he'll be gingerly crawling back in bed. ]

[SOUNDS LIKE A PLAN. He'll be jumping back in himself.

Beware of unconscious cuddles.]

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