meme: morning after

[thetinydemon]

We apparently haven't done this one since October 2012, so let's give it a try:

It's early in the morning. Your character wakes up with a pounding headache* and no memory of the previous night, just a naked someone else** by the pup's side, the characters other people tag in. Tag your pups in, and play out reactions for instant, mindless hilarity/drama.***

* If your character doesn't drink, this may just be an AWESOMENESS hangover. Make it work.
** With or without ring, at your discretion.
*** You can play this out in narrative or just dialogue form or however you like, of course.

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[beautyof_form]

Hanna Heller

[bloodyanimal]

Spike

[thisevilhand]

Ah, hell no.

[controlthefear]

Forrest Bondurant probably keeps a gun under his pillow

[drownedindreams]

Tara doesn't even wake up when she curls closer to her bedmate, her hand sliding under the bed and brushing the gun under his pillow. It's nothing new, and doesn't trigger any alarm bells.

Oddly, the thing that does those bells is that even as her leg slides up his hip and her mouth finds his neck, the response that is pretty much always there from Jax - the hands on her hips and murmur and the whole thing, because he's always been that sort of guy - aren't.

Her eyes fly open, and she doesn't quite scramble backwards, but it's a close thing, but she's disentangled from him in seconds. "Uh-" It's an intelligent thing to say, but she's sitting on the edge of the bed now with a pillow hugged to her chest with wide eyes, and her head says hangover. "..... Shit."

[feel_myhell]

Curt Wild

[strongerthanevil]

It took a lot to get an Elf drunk, at least on human alcohol. When you started to mix copious amounts of human alcohol with human drugs though, well then even an Elf might get carried away by it all.

Waking up with a hangover wasn't something she was entirely unused to, even if it was uncommon. Feeling her bare skin slide against that of another was quite new and a little bit shocking.

Sighing, Tauriel swore softly in Elvish.

[ferretface_git]

Draco Malfoy

[fightyourcorner]

Thomas Barrow

[inablur]

It's not like this is anything new. T.J. has been through all this before, waking up with a pounding in his skull and a haze where the night before used to be. But it's been months since that was the case. Months since he got clean and went to rehab, and he's been good in the weeks since, hasn't touched so much as a single beer, let alone anything harder, enough to produce this kind of effect.

At least, he'd thought that was the case. He can't think of anything else, though, that would achieve this effect, which as far as he can see, could mean only one thing: that as he always does, as he expected he would, he's fucked up again, that something sent him over the edge to cause a relapse of this scale. He can't remember what it might have been, or remember doing it, but it's all that makes sense, and it makes a lot of it. Of course he fucking would. Of course, when things have actually been going well, for once.

Ignoring the accompanying burst of dizziness that seems to be his body's form of protest, he sits straight up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He doesn't see any bottles or bags or drug paraphernalia, any sign of his getting drunk or high the night before, which is at least a good sign. Thomas is beside him, rather than some stranger, and that's an even better one. He can't imagine that Thomas would have gone to bed with him if he'd been that fucked up, after everything. But then, he still can't account for the state he's in, and doesn't know what to do about it.

Elbows on his knees, he rests his head in his hands, groaning quietly. "Fuck."

[sciencesaggressively]

Newt Geiszler

[fosterwretch]

Well, this is certainly unexpected...

[fosterwretch]

Felix Dawkins

[heretofight]

Tommy Conlon

[likeaplanet]

Neil McCormick Pinocchio

[consciencedcowardice]

...Tara is never gonna let me hear the end of this.

[reformingfury]

Dave Karofsky

[ex_stake683]

Buffy Summers

[thisevilhand]

The fuck, Slayer???

[marsflamesniper]

Hino Rei

[cest_la_v]

Whatever she was clinging onto was softer, larger, and warmer than a teddy bear, tempting Minako to succumb to the instinct to nuzzle in and just go back to sleep. Unfortunately, the pressing headache between her eyes spoiled the pleasant moment.

"Nnh. Why did I–Oh."

Oh dear.

[minimumbullshit]

Brian Kinney

[manwithaplan]

Steve Rogers

[likeaplanet]

It's the worst headache... ever. I'm not even fuckin' joking. I don't even know why I'm awake, why I can't just crawl back under the blanket and fuckin' sleep until this is over, but no, I'm awake and I've gotta take a piss, and Mike seems... a hell of a lot heavier than usual.

"The fuck?" I mumble, shoving blindly at the shoulder pinning me to the mattress-- a shoulder that's solid muscle. Cracking open an eye, I catch a fuzzy glimpse of blonde hair, the sharp line of a nose, a cheekbone... bits and pieces of a face, but enough for me to know this isn't Mike whose legs are all tangled up with mine.

"Fuck," I say, wheezing out a weak laugh and throwing an arm across my eyes.

[mumblingtruth]

Todd Anderson

[criminal_love]

So my head's fucking killing me and I know that if I open my eyes it's only going to get worse, but I roll to bury my head in the pillow and there's warm skin right there. I have to peek. I have to see because for the life of me I don't remember going to bed with anyone. But, to be fair, I don't remember going to bed.

I open my eyes and see Todd of all people, looking so fucking young and sweet and I can't help but wonder how I finally got him into bed. He's asleep and I just watch him for the longest moment before I can't hold myself back. I duck down and kiss his shoulder.

"Hey, sunshine. Wake up."

[crashlikethunder]

Luke Glanton

[wishesandsmoke]

Eden doesn't drink anymore. For six solid years, she's maintained her sobriety, so if last night is a blur, she chalks that up to exhaustion. It's too early to over-think it. She'd rather just enjoy the morning quiet while it last, heavy-limbed and curled close against Luke. She brushes a kiss against his neck. "Good morning."

[my_precioussssssss]

Gollum is hiding under your bed

[ghost_holder]

Okay, I let you follow me home but if you ate my cat I'll kill you.

[everyonetakes]

Kate Gregson

[a_capella_boy]

Headache? Check. Room seems to be spinning when he tried to move? Check. Hazy memory of getting up to some weird stuff last night while partying with some friends? Check. Naked while lying in bed with someone else naked against him? Check?

"Hunnnggghhh."

[swing]

Peter Parker

[onewhoisall]

... Are you sure Kaine is your clone? He is much... [Looks at Peter with intense scrutiny] ... much bigger. Do you know where my clothes are?

[thehumanveil]

Hannibal Lecter

[uncannyaim]

Andrea

[uncertainty_principle]

Walter White

[a_littlefaith]

Beth Greene

[badtotheclone]

Kaine

[onewhoisall]

"Hn... okay," Cass muttered, staring at the ring on her finger calmly. Swinging her legs out of bed, she scowled at the curtains still open before padding over to shut them. Picking up a piece of paper, she leaned against the wall as she mouthed the words as she read them. Picking up a pillow, she threw it at Kaine's head. "What does M-A-R-R-I-A-G-E L-I-C-E-N-S-E mean?"