THE MORNING AFTER MEME

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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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[cmdr_renegade]

[The new guy was more fun than Shepard cared to admit...well, sober, at least. She was fairly certain that, halfway through their contest to see who could drink who under the table, she'd announced exactly how fun he was in song. Despite that, and the fact that she couldn't remember most of the evening after that, she was confident that she'd won.

The new guy was also, as it turned out, exactly the size of a standard issue, regulation cot and about five times more comfortable. However the night had ended up, Shepard was asleep on him now, her arm wedged under his torso and hand pressed against his shoulder-blade as if he were actually her pillow and she'd noticed no discrepancy.]

[notromanceable]

[Was there anything Shepard wasn't good at? Well, dancing aside. She'd held her liquor better than anyone he'd encountered this side of Omega, and... if his fuzzy memory served him, she'd managed to match him drink for drink.

He still wasn't quite sure who won. Or what had happened after the contest. Or where he was now, for that matter.

It was only after he tried to shift himself to his side, action punctuated with an irritable grunt when he wasn't quite able to, that he even realized that something was off. Or more accurately, on him.

Trying to focus bleary eyes, he blinked down at his sleeping CO, reality settling in faster than a punch to the jaw.

... Shit.]

Uh...

[cmdr_renegade]

[Despite her comfort, even a fractionally awake Shepard was aware that pillows didn't tend to rumble like that. She squeezed it tighter and, the odd resistance common to creatures with muscles and rib-cages, alerted her to the fact that this was probably not a pillow. Not in the strictest definition of the word, at least. Shepard cracked an eye and stared.

Was that...a pectoral? She was sleeping on a pectoral?

She pulled her head up and, just before she tilted her head to get a look at the face, her brain narrowed down all the possibilities for her. Human. Huge. Unfamiliar. She was either sleeping on a heretofore unnamed Spartan or--]

Vega. [Said to the tune of Good Hungover Morning. Her sleepy mind figured, between the unconscious drapery, and the drinking last night, omitting his rank when addressing him was appropriate. Casual almost.]

[notromanceable]

[He might have been more comfortable finding a husk draped across him. At least with a husk, he'd have known the correct response.

Instead, he flounded for a long moment, trying to figure just what the appropriate greeting was. Was there even protocol about waking up with Commander Shepard on top of you? It was likely the fantasy of nearly half the Alliance, but what the hell was he supposed to do now?

Better what, what the hell did he do with her last night?]

Morning... Shepard.

["Commander" didn't feel quite right.]

That was some night.

[Which could also be translated as: "Please fill in the blanks before my mind does it for me."]

[cmdr_renegade]

[Shepard just arched a brow at him, slow and casual. She didn't mind the lack of title, she'd just played the same card, but the way he'd thrown that out there and the way he'd gone stiff (hm, rigid wasn't really a better word for that) meant that he either knew what they'd done last night, or had no idea whatsoever.

Shepard found her other arm. It was half asleep and wrapped around the other side of his ribs, she extricated it and slid it under her chest to help prop herself up. Peeling herself off of him, however, made it very clear that she wasn't wearing anything from the waist up. Whether she was from the waist down was anyone's guess, but she wouldn't have been particularly startled to wake up nude. She didn't tend to bother with undergarments.]

You remember much past the musical number that you want to tell me about, or were you waiting for me to catch you up?

[She drummed the fingers of the hand not stuck under his back on his sternum.]

Either way, that was one hell of a contest.

[notromanceable]

[Damn. Well, he'd never counted himself as subtle - no point in starting now.]

I was kind of hoping you could fill me in.

[Because as of right now, the pieces of the puzzle were fitting together in all the wrong ways in his head. He certainly hadn't missed the fact that neither of them had much in the way of coverage - Not that he was particularly shy about his body, but it also wasn't usually entwined with that of his Commander.

The comment did draw a chuckle from him, despite the awkwardness of the whole situation.]

I always figured the stories about you outdrinking that krogan were bullshit... But you sure know how to toss'em back. Lesson learned.

[cmdr_renegade]

[Shepard let out a nasal huff of air, not dissimilar from a laugh as she regarded him.]

Most of them were. When I finally managed to do it, though, I never bothered correcting the old ones.

[Shepard gave her other arm a pull and, after a second of the same, managed to get it free from underneath both Vega's and her own weight. She shook the appendage out and flexed her fingers. Though he was comfortable, remaining sprawled atop him just because of that fact, would have probably been considered inappropriate. She normally wouldn't have given a shit, but she also felt like she was going to start sweating tequila any minute.

Call it a courtesy.

She generally preferred not to be quite so...we'll call it untoward when people she'd had a good night's sleep on came into question.]

As for last night? Stopped paying attention after the last tabletop verse of song. Head and liver seem insistent that we kept at it, but I've got nothing.

[She scrubbed a hand over her face as she pushed up, off of him, and rolled into a seated position on the section of the actual bed next to him. It wasn't her room, bed wasn't built for two. With how smashed they were, she had equal odds it wasn't his either.]

[notromanceable]

[Vega would have been lying if he didn't sneak a peek when Shepard got up. He was a soldier, but he was still a human male. It was unavoidable, really.

Any inappropriate thoughts were quickly replaced with a far more pressing one - just where had his pants ended up?

He tried to yank one of the sheets over himself for the sake of propriety; there were some tattoos he hadn't intended for everyone to see.]

Guess that makes two of us.

[He didn't even recognize the room - so he'd wager that it wasn't his. He wasn't that hungover.

Hopefully, its owner didn't mind the temporary loan.]

Looks like it was a good time though.

[cmdr_renegade]

Definitely a good time.

[Shepard couldn't contest that as she took a hard look around. Whoever owned this room was going to be irritated, assuming anyone did. One of the tables was upended, the door was hanging open, it looked like there was furniture missing, and--]

I don't remember playing cards.

[Shepard stood and shot a glance at the table and deck scattered across the carpet. She didn't see any blood, but that didn't mean she hadn't decked someone. She'd been drunk enough to know that it was, generally, her who decked people when disagreements arose during a game of cards...but she usually didn't hit them light enough to walk out with just a bruise. Odd.

She cast a glance around the rest of the room and, after a second, found the most important item of her clothing. Unfortunately her sidearm did not really cover anything, even with it's holster. Still, she put them both on as she continued the casual and mostly hung over search for her remaining clothing.]