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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[sniperbitch.livejournal.com]

That's not--

[ frustrated noise. ]

Come here.

[evaskullface.livejournal.com]

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

[sniperbitch.livejournal.com]

[ 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.

[evaskullface.livejournal.com]

[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.

[sniperbitch.livejournal.com]

...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. ]

[evaskullface.livejournal.com]

[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.

[sniperbitch.livejournal.com]

I was always shit at them.

[ He hauls himself up to his feet shakily. ]

[evaskullface.livejournal.com]

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?]

[sniperbitch.livejournal.com]

[ 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?

[evaskullface.livejournal.com]

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.]

[sniperbitch.livejournal.com]

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

...why?

[evaskullface.livejournal.com]

[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.

[sniperbitch.livejournal.com]

...

[ ... ]

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. ]

[evaskullface.livejournal.com]

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

Beware of unconscious cuddles.]

[sniperbitch.livejournal.com]

[ a;ljfslfj he doesn't have the energy to make a fuss over it. He'll just bury his face on whatever part of Emile is closest and concentrate on getting back to being unconscious and pain free. ]