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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and it will be amazing and adorable :D

[recompiling]

[It's not my fault, I just naturally go after him because he's evil. My motives now are just... slightly more confused. And I don't want anyone looking at my disc :\ Anon is so bad at people though. He's better at being a hermit.]

Not even a bit.

[Hey, Anon doesn't get to be smug very often. He doesn't even get smug when he ought to. He quirks his eyebrows up and tilts his head slightly - where are you going? - before closing the distance again. Anon is not going to let Gibson fall off the bed anyway.]

oh yes. best day. :]

[theshirtlessiso.livejournal.com]

[Uh-huh. Sure. We'll go with that--and letting someone look at your disc is probably a really good idea, unless you want to keep calling Abraxas "sir". That's why he needs to practice. Gibson will help! :3]

Thank you. There wasn't anything to be confused about, anyway.

[Gibson moves again in response to Anon--moving closer this time.

Playing hard to get never was much fun.]

best EVER

[recompiling]

[Gibson, the last three times people have laid hands on my disc didn't go well. At all. I'm allowed to not trust people with it for a while. I can deal with calling him 'sir' and 'master' on accident a few time. Gibson, you are so nice to offer! He'd love to have your help. ^_^]

Should not have been. [Unless you were confused about his reasons for why this hadn't happened the last time(s) :3

Playing hard to get is more fun when you're actually hard to get. Anon just smiles and flops an arm over Gibson again. They solved the mystery and got rid of the horrible horrible light. Cuddle time is now.]

and then there was a parade.

[theshirtlessiso.livejournal.com]

[... and that doesn't bother you at all? :\ Gibson's just selfless like that, really. He'd love to help.]

Like I said, just a little surprised.

[See, this is why Gibson doesn't even try to play hard-to-get. Totally not worth it in the long run. He just slides an arm over Anon's waist and smiles back as his eyes close.

Cuddletime is best time.]

twenty-one trombones and all

[recompiling]

[... yes and no? :\ Gibson is practically a saint.]

Never surprised you into silence before.

[Anon settles his head against Gibson's shoulder, letting out a contented, staticky hum. They can just... stay like this, right? Because it's kind of nice. Cuddletime is his favorite time starting now.]

and the entire station's just like "TOOK YOU TWO LONG ENOUGH".

[theshirtlessiso.livejournal.com]

[... man, what are we going to do with you?:\ :\ :\ Hey, Gibson is totally a saint. ... you can be canonized for saving God, right?]

Yeah, yeah. Don't get used to it.

[This is so much nicer than their accidental sleep-cuddles--and the things they don't ever talk about from R07--and Gibson's got no intention of moving from this spot right here for approximately the rest of forever. He just slides one foot between Anon's ankles in response, completely comfortable the way they are right now.

... tangled-up is okay, right?]

while anon still insists that they were just friends, NO REALLY

[recompiling]

[... Stage an intervention to get my disc fixed? You probably can, yeah. Since it's saving God and all. Gibson, Patron Saint of Snark?]

Will try not to.

[Tangled-up is more than okay. The headache is so much more than bearable now and he's happy to assume that it's because of this. He does not plan on getting out of bed again. Anon squirms slightly in response, practically wrapping himself around Gibson.

Mm, my ISO.]

NO REALLY THEY'RE JUST FRIENDS WHO SHARE A BED

[theshirtlessiso.livejournal.com]

[I just might. :| Patron saint of snark and the color green and those with good abs. (His feast days would be totally kickin', too.)]

Mm. Good.

[Monitor-blanket = the best kind of blanket.

Gibson just sighs quietly, relaxing even further into Anon's embrace. His headache is at the point where he can probably ignore it enough to just fall back to sleep, which seems like an enormously appealing plan right now... and besides, he's so comfy right now.]

AND SOMETIMES CUDDLE IN THEIR SLEEP, THAT'S ALL

[recompiling]

[I'd secretly be grateful about it. Even if the virusy part of me would have such an Unhappy >_> Patron saint of everything awesome. (Figurative or literal riot?)]

Going to remember this, though.

[The first thing Anon discovered when he started sharing space with Gibson here was that beds are awesome. Now he knows they're even more awesome when he can use Gibson as a body pillow. And sleep... sleep sounds like a great idea, in fact. Anon would not object to this plan.]

NO BIG DEAL, RIGHT? RIGHT.

[theshirtlessiso.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, well, that part of you can go take a long walk off a short cliff as far as I'm concerned. Everyone's favorite saint. (Both are acceptable, although Gibson personally prefers the figurative kind if he's nearby. It's a lot easier to clean up after parties than fights.)]

[Gibson just laughs quietly, closing his eyes.] 'Course you are.

[SLEEP WILL MAKE THE HEADACHES GO AWAY or so he thinks, at least.

Worth a try, right?]

ABSOLUTELY RIGHT. EVEN IF PEOPLE ARE LAUGHING ABOUT THIS

[recompiling]

[Well I know how you feel about it, that's why I haven't told anyone. Clearly the best saint ever. (Unless the Programs here are invited to the party. Then the stereo ends up in the pool and the couch on fire.)]

Mm-hmm. [Anon smiles, letting his eyes slip closed.

Even if sleep doesn't make the headaches go away, it's too damn comfortable to stay awake.]