Your now-traditional Friday Meme!

[stillcantswear.livejournal.com]

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!

Comments

Why did this not post. :|

[notastaffchick.livejournal.com]

Need my pillow back, please. [Even half-awake, Hunter is still very polite.]

LJ has PMS and takes it out on us?

[girlofcomputer.livejournal.com]

[Gwen has a freeze and pause thing going on there for a second. She knows that voice. She's hard its gratingly annoying pitch before, and that it is right there in bed with her is just not OK.]

......

[notastaffchick.livejournal.com]

Hunter is still blissfully ignorant of the fact that the person in bed with him is most emphatically not his girlfriend. (Gwen and Delaney are both blonde, and Hunter's still a little bit out of it. It's an understandable mistake... he hopes.)]

C'mon, please?

[girlofcomputer.livejournal.com]

[Gwen is slowly inching away to the farther side of the bed so she can perhaps - hopefully, and then definitely - get the hell out of this room before Hunter fully wakes-up and assumes something of the situation and she'd then have to kill him knock him unconscious.]

[He seems to be only caring about a pillow, though. So she takes a pillow and presses it against Hunter's hand, hoping he'd take it and that'd be it.]

[notastaffchick.livejournal.com]

Thanks. [Hunter props himself up on his elbows to adjust the pillow-- and abruptly freezes as he notices who was trying to sneak out of his(?) room.]

... oh, shit. [Hunter really only curses in emergencies. This is probably an emergency.]

[girlofcomputer.livejournal.com]

Yes. Shit is the apt term at the moment.

[She grabs the heaviest thing near her - in this case, it is the lamp on the nightstand - and wields it threateningly. Yes, she'll hit you with it, but that she isn't means that she's be merciful and actually giving you a chance to explain yourself.]

You have thirty seconds to convince me that I shouldn't cause detrimental damage to your skull. One...two...

[notastaffchick.livejournal.com]

[Hunter could, in theory, heal his own head trauma with no trouble-- but it would hurt quite a bit and he'd rather avoid that if possible. He'll just sit up and raise his hands in a fairly universal gesture of 'I'm not going to hurt you'.]

Wait, what? First off, please don't break my lamp.

[girlofcomputer.livejournal.com]

[Gwen isn't going to drop this lamp anytime soon. It is what keeps Hunter backed away and intimidated.]

...six...seven...eight... [She's still counting down.]

[notastaffchick.livejournal.com]

Second of all, what are you doing in my room? If anything, I should be the one trying to hit you with a lamp.

[girlofcomputer.livejournal.com]

{Is that a blush?! No! She's just probably caught in the moonlight streaming through one of the windows. That's all!]

Firstly, you insipid bag of flesh, I awoke in this room with no memory of how or why I came to be in said room, with said member of the weaker chain of the male species attempting to molest me.

[She raises the lamp above her head.] If you are to blame for this occurrence...

[notastaffchick.livejournal.com]

[Oh, Gwen, why so tsundere? It should also be noted that Hunter's Southern accent, which is usually noticeable, if not exactly overpowering, becomes a lot stronger when he's shocked and/or outraged. Like now, for instance.]

Attempting to-- oh, now, hold on! What the hell kind of person do you think I am? I don't exactly remember what happened last night either, but I have a girlfriend!

[girlofcomputer.livejournal.com]

[If you think she's a bitch now, just wait when that time of the month comes around. People may actually die. Gwen is a little (5%) taken aback by the anger in Hunter's tone, but that doesn't stop her from pointing the finger once more.]

You'll have to forgive me if I find that hard to believe, because it is a bit puzzling that some poor creature willingly touches your scaly skin on a regular basis.

[notastaffchick.livejournal.com]

Because I'm so sure that you've got anyone willing to put up with you for more than five minutes at a time without you threatening them. [Was that a little unfair? Maybe, but Hunter just can't bring himself to feel bad about saying it.]

[girlofcomputer.livejournal.com]

[Someone is snarking right back at her with cruel intent... Gwen is now 10% taken aback. But Gwen, never one to let the ache dull before taking her own strike, fire another nasty remark.]

For your information, you dimwitted Hominidae, there is someone. Unlike you, she isn't a slobbering babboon!

[notastaffchick.livejournal.com]

Well, then I'm very happy for you. Maybe you should put my lamp down and go find her.

[girlofcomputer.livejournal.com]

[Gwen snarls.] She isn't here.

[notastaffchick.livejournal.com]

And how was I supposed to know that? [It's a reasonable question, really, even if it's said more defensively than usual.]

[girlofcomputer.livejournal.com]

[She grips the base of the lamp with some pressure put into her thumbs.]

How about you don't ask personal questions altogether and I don't have to hurt you? [avoiiiiiding the questioooooon.]

[notastaffchick.livejournal.com]

I didn't ask you a personal question, and violence is never the answer. [spoken like an avowed pacifist!]

[girlofcomputer.livejournal.com]

[She grips the lamp harder.]

Shut up!