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Your now-traditional Friday Meme!

THE MORNING AFTER MEME!

We haven't done this one in a while, and it usually ends up being cracktastic fun. (I'll just have to remember to turn off comment notifications this time...)

Rules
1. Post as your character, who should be asleep somewhere with somebody else next to them. They don't remember how they got there, and they don't really remember what happened last night. (For extra credit, it could also be a couple of somebodies.)
2. Wake up. Freak out. Rinse. Repeat.
3. Have fun~!

PS- Alcohol doesn't have to be involved, and neither does sex. Use your imaginaaaations!

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[That's not usual. Jack's usually not the snuggly type. And Apollo's usually a lot warmer.]

Huh?

[Wait. This person is too short and soft to be Fonrar.]

...

[Stare. He's hungover, okay. Give him a moment to process what the hell is going on here.]

[Normally, not so soft. Short, though? Well, it's not like she can help it.]

[Slow couple of blinks because Angie's just waking up, too.] Okay. This is...not the weirdest position I've ever woken up in, admittedly.

[...oh shit.

Yeah, he's just going to scramble away and fall on his ass. Now it's more than his head that hurts. D:]

Lady of the Abyss, this is not happening!

[Okay, that's pretty amusing. Which means Angie laughs for a moment before shaking her head.]

For the record? I'm pretty certain nothing happened.

[Accompanied by a short, significant glance south on the Draconian]

Believe me, I'm pretty certain I'd remember.

[Those scales start clicking in embarrassment, and he puts his head in his hands, groaning.]

...why the hell do you think I got away from you as fast as I could? If anything happened, I have to have been hammered out of my mind. Uh. No offense to you.

[Which is, basically, his way of saying that it's very much possible.]

Fon is going to gut me.

None taken. [Angie is, thankfully, very secure in her looks. Though she's kind enough to let the armor coat her over so that Kang's at least not stuck with naked human in his bed.]

But no, seriously, nothing... [She pauses, tilting her head.] Of course, there's a rather large, glaring hole in my memories from last night.

[That's...never good.]

In mine, too, though for me it's due to alcohol. Haven't been this hungover in years.

[Oh, he hopes nothing happened besides sleeping. And he doesn't care about nudity.

...huh. He hadn't seen any marks on her before, which definitely would have happened, but that armor... shit. Shit.]

[She waves a hand.] Alcohol wouldn't cause holes like this for me. What would cause it is slightly more worrying, honestly. But, still. I feel fine, there's no soreness anywhere. I'd wager the ship just decided it was funny to put us in bed together.

[She pauses, tilting her head.] Something wrong?

[growl]

It's not funny, especially when one of us has a mate. You're probably right, though, that nothing happened.

Oh, I don't know. Laughing at it seems better than angsting over it, honestly.

[Angie leans forward, though mostly to straight out her back a bit more.]

Look, we didn't have any control over it happening, so we really can't blame ourselves. Best way to handle it is just to head out the door and let everything get back to normal.

...you don't know Fonrar. We are damn lucky that she isn't here currently.

[He looks around, noticing that this isn't his room. Must be hers.]

Where the hell is my armor?

[Angie glances around, then unfolds herself and slides off the bed.]

I don't know, but none of my projects are here, either. So not only did whoever's behind this set us up, they didn't even have the decency to put us in the right room.

[He mutters a curse in Nerakese and snorts, rubbing at his head. Damn headache.

...oh wait. He still doesn't even know her name.]

Oh. Uh. Name's Kang.

[Her head tilts to the side, filing that word away. No, she doesn't know it, but the sound was interesting.]

Hmm? [Blinks.] Oh, right. Sorry. Mom would kill me for my lack of manners. I'm Angie Spica. Or the Engineer. Angie's probably easier.

[It's not a nice word at all. :D;]

Well met, then. Wish it was under different circumstances.

Yes, well, they could have been worse. Opposite sides of battle, for one. This...wasn't bad, in my opinion.

Point. Do you... need clothing?

[Polite!]

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