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

beautiful

[thearchangel]

I've never been in this position before!

[That he could remember, anyway. Last night didn't count. He looks her in the... chin. It's too hard to look her in the eye right now, and looking at those lumps on human chests is just too damn awkward.]

[But when she seems to specifically draw attention to them, he looks away. Back at the wall. This is too damn strange. Why is she expecting him not to react? Why isn't she the least bit bothered by this.]

No--!

[His undamaged mandible flicks off his teeth, flaring out -- the turian version of a blush, more or less.] No, it's not.

FFF I read that first pass as tiny!voice

[cmdr_renegade]

[Riiight. Garrus, she's just going to keep staring at you like you're the crazy one. After a moment, Shepard swings her legs off him and stands up next to the bed.]

Listen, I'm way too hung over for this. [She lets out a heavy huff and turns away from him, headed toward the bathroom. Those definitely look like scratch-marks all down her back and the back of her thighs. And there's six of them. AAAWWWKWAAARD.]

I'm going to take a shower. After that I'm suiting up and running the perimeter. You can join me for either, if you can stop freaking out before you give yourself an aneurysm.

this is why I shouldn't tag on so little sleep

[thearchangel]

[Finally, he looks her in the face. Matching her "what the hell is wrong with you" stare as best he can, given he's still pretty much pinned down to the damn bed. Though, he can't say it isn't something of a relief when she rolls off. He rubs a hand at his temples, blowing out a breath.]

That makes two of us.

[Composure somewhat regained, he starts to pick himself up as well -- only to promptly catch sight of the scratches. He... double-takes, and ends up staring.]

[He misses her statement, his reply delayed a beat too long.]

... Right. Perimeter.

I should go.