THE MORNING AFTER MEME

[cohesions]

REVENGE OF THE MORNING AFTER MEME: THE AWKWARDENING



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 goes so long as muns are cool with it.
4. ???!
5. Profit!

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Commander Jane Shepard

[cmdr_renegade]

[brbvirmire]

[Ashley yawns and rolls over, taking the last bit of the covers that had been over Shepard with her. Enjoy that sudden exposure to the cool morning air, skipper.]

[cmdr_renegade]

[Damn it. You know what hung over marines hate? Cold morning air on their day off. Shepard just groans irritably and half-consciously chases after that sheet and blanket. She manages to blindly grab the edge, but it's draped over something warmer.

She skips the blanket and just shimmies over and wedges herself against Ashley.]

[brbvirmire]

[Ashley fights the onset of consciousness every step of the way, but consciousness, as always, wins. With awakening comes, first the awareness that there are breasts pressed into her back, then the realization that they're attached to Shepard.

Oh god. This is going to turn into a horrible alternate-universe awkwardness thing, isn't it.]

[cmdr_renegade]

[Only if you wake her up, Ashley, only if you wake her up. For now, despite the lack of blanket, Shepard is relatively comfortable. Did she just sign against your neck? Yeah, sounds like she did.

Man this is gonna get awkward.]

[brbvirmire]

[Shepard's breath on the back of her neck sends a pleasant shiver down her spine that Ashley tries to ignore. Cautiously, trying not to jostle her bedmate awake, she turns over so she can get a better look at her.

Oops. Shepard might want to stick to turtlenecks for a couple days.]

[savor_last_shot]

[Some small part of Garrus says that he's getting too used to this; to waking up in a warm bed with someone next to him. That the routine is getting too ingrained.

But then, is it really that bad? To have something like this that you're used to, when the rest of the time you're on edge? Paranoid? Trying not to think about the fact that you're probably not going to live through a war you're trying to get back to?

So he ignores it, on mornings like this. He curls up a bit in the sheets and drapes his arm over the woman next to him, mind still half-asleep as he gets comfortable again and noses in against the side of her neck with a little half-sigh. He'll just stay here for a while.

Until he finishes waking up.]

[cmdr_renegade]

[She could handle him waking up and throwing an arm over her, even tolerate him shifting her awake by pulling her against him as he shuffled under the sheets. He was warm, comfortable, and fuzzy. But he managed to tip Shepard just this side of consciousness when that sigh blew more than a bit of her hair into her face.

She prodded him mildly, with her elbow, in retaliation. When she cracked an eye and turned her head out of the pillow, just to glare at him, the sun hit her and she let out a low groan.

Maybe he'd been right. Sentimentality aside, she was starting to see the downside to bedrooms with windows, again.]

[savor_last_shot]

[He could feel her shift and if his eyes were open to see the look she was trying to give him, he'd probably have been the picture of innocence. Him, disturb her beauty sleep? Perish the thought. As it was, her little groan made him crack an eye.]

Somebody sounds awake.

[cmdr_renegade]

A state I've been coerced into.

[She pressed her face back into the pillow, turning to lie on her stomach.]

[savor_last_shot]

You're nasty before you get your coffee.

[It's a mumbled, half-hearted tease. But it's what he does. He puts his head back down and tries to ignore the sunlight.]

[chozobloodrites]

[Man, who knows what the hell happened last night, but with both of them asleep they probably don't notice the Mako covered in streamers and condom balloon-animals crashed through the wall.]

[cmdr_renegade]

[Shepard noticed the pair of tits her face was pressed against before she noticed the gaping hole in the side of the building, or the small condom-poodle propped on her shoulder. She pulled back just far enough to catch a glimpse of blonde hair before she pressed her face back down.

That gaping hole in the wall came with a side of bright morning sun and Shepard was going to pass on that for as long as she was able. She recognized the hair, at least, and put two and two together. The only women with blonde hair who'd be in this position with her? Not likely to try and kill her in her sleep.]

[chozobloodrites]

[The sudden relief of pressure on her tits (seriously, Shepard, your head is heavy) is enough to wake her up before it is fully nuzzled within them once more.

Ow, hello sudden headache how are you.

And holy hell what happened to the wall.]

Shepard.

[cmdr_renegade]

[Shepard's voice was only partially muffled by Samus's tits. Heavy or not, she didn't really intend to move until she had to.]

What?

[The condom-poodle toppled over, on her shoulder, as she tilted her head and peered up at the blonde. She'd managed to keep herself in Samus's shadow, but the blonde was practically biblical with how well the sunlight was haloing across her hair and around her head.

Shepard might have appreciated it had she been either a) an artist, or b) not possessed of a hangover worse than taking a rocket to the face.]

[chozobloodrites]

Where are we?

[She overlooks the carnage, noticing her own bo-bo the clown balloon in a compromising position over her pelvic region.]

Another question: what happened?

[asari_scientist]

[Liara going to feel really awkward about this when she wakes up. I mean, snuggling up close to the Commander? Really? Wow.

But right now Shepard is too warm and too comfortable for her to even think about waking up properly, so yeah, enjoy having an asari bury her face in your shoulder, man.]

[cmdr_renegade]

[Asari burying her face in her shoulder? What was this? Illium? Shepard cracked an eye open as the exceedingly soft body draped across her side shifted. Of all the things she never expected, hysterically, blue skin wasn't the top of that list. The tits were pretty high up there, but still no cigar.

She turned her head and caught sight of the face against her side and blinked heavily before her brow furrowed. The question was automatic:]

Liara?

[asari_scientist]

[Liara stirs at the sudden shift in movement; it's not much, but she's pressed close, and every little--

Wait a second.

She knows that voice.

Oh, shit.]

Shepard?

[cmdr_renegade]

[Definitely Liara. Shepard let her head fall back against the pillow again and a shallow sort of sigh crept out of her. A second later, the inevitable question followed:]

How much did we drink?

[asari_scientist]

[Liara will just be. trying to extricate herself from Shepard now.]

That's a very good question.

[She sits up, holding the bed sheets around her to protect her modesty (lol), and blearily looks around the room.

It is fucking trashed.]

I could review the security footage if you really want to know.

[did she bug the whole base

how is that even a thing, the answer is yes]

[allianceman]

[Kaidan is pretty much a bed hog but also a born cuddler. And after a night of drinking, the last thing he'll be doing is sleeping light.

One arm is draped over Shepard, not quite trapping her in his embrace, but if she moved at all, he'd feel it. Probably.]

[cmdr_renegade]

[Shepard, on the other hand, is very used to waking up despite having a hideous hangover. It's an unfortunate skill honed over years of drinking and one she laments with a barely audible groan as she parts her eyes.

There's more than a little irony in the fact that it was Kaidan's neck she rolled over and buried her face into, in order to avoid the light. She wouldn't be going back to sleep, but the combination of a warm pulse on one side and a cool pillow on the other wasn't something that made her eager to move.

When she finally came to and thought to question just why they were tangled in her bed, why he was mostly cocooned in her bedspread, and why those two features had led her to somehow be curled into a foot-wide patch of her own bed, neatly ensconced in his arms, she'd probably have a few questions. Right now, though, she'd tolerate everything short of crossfire if she could avoid the light.]

[allianceman]

[Kaidan stirred a little when Shepard rolled closer, but his only reaction was to tighten his arms around her and move his head a little to the side, letting out a sleepy sound of contentment.

His needs were generally simple when he had a migrane, and it was much the same when he was hungover. The sun wasn't quite hitting him in the eyes yet, so all his needs were being comfortably met.]

[cmdr_renegade]

[It took Shepard a few seconds, in the haze of her headache and sleep, to realize that sound was familiar and probably one that didn't expressly belong this close to her head. She cracked an eye open but, unfortunately, had not developed the skill to identify someone else by their neck.

(She'd have to hone that.)

Consequently, the question she asked, half against him, and half against the pillow, was actually a question rather than a statement designed to reaffirm reality.]

Kaidan?