MEME: Morning After in Darrow

[girlalmighty]

Good evening, guys and dolls, and welcome to your weekend meme, blatantly stolen from delightful di.

It's early in the morning. Your character wakes up with a pounding headache* and no memory of the previous night, just a ring on his or her fourth finger and a naked significant other** by the pup's side, the characters other people tag in. Play out reactions for instant hilarity/drama.***

* If your character doesn't drink, this may just be an AWESOMENESS hangover. Make it work.
** Not necessarily an actual in game significant other.
*** You can play this out in narrative or just dialogue form or however you like, of course.

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[vocalfuel]

Katniss Everdeen really, really, really hates everything

[likeaplanet]

Neil McCormick

[historyhappens]

...what is happening here?

[bloodyanimal]

Spike

[goodfella]

"Are you shitting me?" Robin holds his throbbing head in his hands. It's 7am and that is no hour to be awake. "I know that people say that they want to party so hard they don't remember it, but isn't remembering it the best damn part?"

[losttheright]

Molly Stearns

[to_boldly]

You snore.

[righttoplay]

Stephen Meyers

does not like this one bit

[losttheright]

For Molly, waking up beside Stephen is nothing new. Waking up beside Stephen completely hungover, however, is, making it a whole fucking lot more unpleasant than usual. Eyes still shut, she rolls over against him, face buried in his shoulder, stifling a groan against his skin. She doesn't care much if it wakes him up. If she drank enough to feel this awful, then she probably isn't the only one, and she might as well not suffer on her own. "Ow," she whines, petulant, the syllable coming out muffled. "God, next time don't let me drink like that." She's not even sure why she did, doesn't really remember doing so, except she must have, so that's easy to take as fact.

[fiveminutewindow]

Driver Paul West

[onewhoisall]

The body beneath her was familiar; the warm, hard line of muscle, the strong arms and worn hands, the familiar jaw beneath her fingertips. Rolling over, foot pressed against the backseat window of a car she opened her eyes and stared down in quiet contemplation. Pressing her fingertips to his pulse, Cass relaxed at the beating beneath her fingers. He was alive.

And she was naked.

Hn.

"Paul," Her voice was a soft whisper as she pressed her hand against his chest.

[toanend]

Katie Marks is apparently a bigamist now

[molokovcocktail]

... what did we do? How much did we drink?

[not_inthemood]

Jane Timoney

[beautyof_form]

Hanna Heller

[vocalfuel]

It's not an entirely unfamiliar feeling, but it's still a really unpleasant one. The night they announced the details of the Quarter Quell, I drank myself sick with Haymitch. This isn't anything close to that, but I still recognize the pounding in my head and the turning in my stomach when I first open my eyes, rolling over to try to bury my head in my pillow.

That's when I realize I'm not alone.

I wouldn't care if it were Prim beside me, or even Peeta. Although the person next to me is likewise slight and blonde, though, it's neither of them, Hanna's face gradually coming into focus. I don't have the first idea what that means, especially with the other details I've started to take in, like the fact that I'm not wearing anything. I guess it's a good idea it's not my sister or Peeta after all.

Reaching out, I shake her gently but insistently with one hand, the other holding the sheet to my chest as I try to sit up. My head is still spinning, the light making me want nothing more than to lie down again, but I have to make some sense of all of this. "Wake up."

[dreambigger]

Eames

[did_good]

I... Do I know you?

[doublenegative]

Hannah Weaver

[goodgodman]

He's reaching for the bedside table, looking for the glass of water he leaves there when his hand collides with hair and then bare skin.

"What the-" he mutters into the pillow. There is a delay as his brain puts this information together. Then he's 100% awake in 2 seconds flat. "Oh my Jesus fucking Christ-" he says, jerking upright.

[wishesandsmoke]

Eden McCain

[perform_admirably]

For as cold and toneless as it is, the voice sounds strangely apologetic. He's already slipped the ring from his finger and set it down on the pillow next to him like it might burn him or bite him or both.

"My apologies. I informed them of my dietary needs. My assumption is that they were either willfully stupid or malicious. The 'practical' 'joke' continues to elude me."

[floozyfacade]

Olive Penderghast

[historyhappens]

This could be worse.

[tryingtobuyit]

Jacob Palmer

[heretofight]

Tommy Conlon Riordan hasn't technically debuted yet, but humor me.

[to_boldly]

Jim looks down at the mountain of a man sacked out next to him. "Huh," he says after a long moment. "So. Are you as naked under the sheet as I am?"

[pointzerothree]

Eduardo Saverin

[floozyfacade]

Olive doesn't really get hangovers. She's not bragging or anything, she just doesn't, and it's mostly to do with the judicial application of moderation and, you know, eating at the same time, which is less about not getting drunk and more about her really liking food.

Whatever they did last night, there was clearly not enough food.

"What're we celebrating?" she mumbles, pulling the covers up over their heads.

[molokovcocktail]

Alexander Molokov

[likeaplanet]

... Shit.

[radicalize]

Lucy Carrigan

[always_enduphere]

Dean Winchester

[likeaplanet]

...

You wanna keep your finger off the trigger? I'd rather not get shot in the fuckin' face, first thing in the mornin'.

[widowskiss]

Natalia Romanova

[prodigaljaybird]

Jason Todd

[unbridle]

By the time he's awake enough to really understand what's going on, he's already a gradient of red to pink halfway down his naked chest, shouting in a stream of confused Japanese, and tugging the sheets firmly off of the bed he's standing beside to wrap them around his waist clumsily.

He notices the ring. He keeps shouting. It keeps coming out in Japanese.

[to_boldly]

James T. Kirk

[goodgodman]

"Oh my god. Wake the fuck up. Right the hell now."

[did_good]

Toshiko Sato knows a story that goes a bit like this

[perform_admirably]

"Excuse me," he says dryly, leaning over the bare body beside him in the bed. "Ma'am, we may have reason to be concerned. I don't believe we've ever met."

[historyhappens]

Stuart Dakin is used to hangovers but not this

[unbridle]

It's the guy from the beach, hey. That's the first thing Ichigo notices. The second thing he notices is that he's definitely naked, and his mouth tastes like something curled up and died in it.

Panic sets in at that point, and he starts kicking. Either beach guy rolls out of bed or Ichigo forces himself far enough onto the edge to tumble out himself; either way, shit, distance is necessary.

"Shit!"

[selfmadevamp]

Katherine Pierce

[historyhappens]

He knows they've kissed a few times, but waking up in bed with Elena isn't what he expects. Especially not when he can't remember anything about them getting naked. "Elena?"