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!

Comments

[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?

[cmdr_renegade]

On a couch.

[A comfortable couch. Wait. Shepard peered off to the side and, while she spotted a great deal of engineering equipment and a few...soap operas? Were those soap opera disc cases? Who cared?

Not her base.]

Some shop. [Shepard corrected against Samus's tit. As for what had happened:]

And a lot of drinking.

[chozobloodrites]

Drinking is an obvious conclusion.

... This is Alejandro's shop isn't it?

[Oops. 2 for 2, Mako.]

We should leave quickly and tell no one. Leave the condom creatures, though.

[cmdr_renegade]

[Shepard was silent a moment and then pushed herself up. She grimaced at the light, but it didn't slow her down as she stood.]

Agreed.

[For some reason she felt inclined to right the condom poodle where it sat, atop a pile of rubble. She did and then scrubbed a hand over her face.]

Alright, hop in the tank and lets go find some coffee.