the morning after meme (expanded)

[bottecellie]

the morning after ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ a meme → COMMENT WITH YOUR CHARACTER'S NAME, FANDOM, AND PREFERENCE. → PICK A CHARACTER YOU WANT TO TAG AND HIT UP RNG (01-10), OR CHOOSE A SCENE OF YOUR OWN. → PLAY NICE; NO WANK, FLAMES, OR GENERAL HUMBUGGERY. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ the scenarios ① BREAKFAST IN BED: YOUR PARTNER'S UP AND ABOUT -- MAYBE DRESSED, MAYBE NOT -- AND IN THE KITCHEN. WHAT ARE THEY MAKING YOU? COULD IT BE... GRILLED CHEESE? ② HIT ME BABY: THEY'RE SUCH A PEACEFUL SLEEPER. A PEACEFUL, SEXY SLEEPER. ACTUALLY THERE'S TOO MUCH OF THAT SLEEPING HAPPENING. WHY DON'T YOU WAKE THEM UP, WORLD'S KINDEST ALARM? ③ ESCAPE FROM AZKABED: YOU WAKE UP TO FIND THEY'RE RUMMAGING ABOUT FOR THEIR CLOTHES, ABOUT TO LEAVE. WHY THE RUSH, AND CAN YOU CONVINCE THEM TO STAY? ④ THE AFTERNOON AFTER: AND THE EVENING, MAYBE EVEN THE MORNING AFTER AFTER... HOURS HAVE PASSED BUT YOU JUST CAN'T LEAVE EACH OTHER! OR MAYBE ONE OF YOU JUST WON'T... ⑤ HANGOVER FROM HELL: THERE'S A TIGER IN THE CLOSET, A BABY IN THE BATHROOM, AND A TOTAL STRANGER CURLED UP BESIDE YOU. WHO IS THIS PERSON BESIDE YOU SMELLING OF TEQUILA AND REGRET? DO THEY KNOW ANY MORE ABOUT WHAT, OR WHO, WENT DOWN THAN YOU DO? ⑥ WET AND WILD: DON'T FEEL TOO LONELY WAKING UP BY YOURSELF -- THE SHOWER'S ON AND THE SOUND OF WATER FALLING IS MIGHTY INVITING. WHY DON'T YOU GET CLEANED UP -- OR DOWN AND DIRTY ALL OVER AGAIN? ⑦ I'LL SLEEP WHEN I DIE: SLEEP? WHAT IS THIS SLEEP THING YOU SPEAK OF? DAWN'S BREAKING AND NEITHER OF YOU HAVE GOTTEN A WINK, OR WANT ONE. WHO'S READY FOR ROUND asjldkjl? ⑧ A BITTER PILL: TURNS OUT THE REASON YOU SCORED WASN'T YOUR SPARKLING WIT AND MAGNETIC CONFIDENCE. YOUR PARTNER HAD AN ULTERIOR MOTIVE -- THEY ALREADY KNEW IT, AND YOU'RE ABOUT TO. RECON? REVENGE? REBOUND? TAG AND FIND OUT, IF YOU CAN HANDLE THE TRUTH! ⑨ THIS ISN'T MINE: THAT SLEEPY PERSON IN YOUR LIVING ROOM HAD A GREAT NIGHT -- WITH YOUR ROOMMATE. WELL, MIGHT AS WELL GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER WHILE YOU'RE BOTH THERE, RIGHT? ... RIGHT? ⑩ WILD CARD: ROLL MORE THAN ONCE AND COMBINE SCENARIOS, CHOOSE YOUR FAVOURITE, OR MAKE UP YOUR OWN! Stolen from here.

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Brad Keaton | Original Character

[brolociraptor]

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[gloryisbullshit]

[His internal clock is perfectly calibrated. When 5:30 comes around, Party is blinking away, and he can see the sky easing from black to blue through the blinds. He stares at the rising color for a long while, listening to the air conditioner and his buzzing body. The chilled air on his face fights the safe heat under the covers next to him. Breaking away from the window, he looks over at Brad, still in his t-shirt, sleeping thickly.

[Fucking awesome.

[He doesn't move right away. He gives it--well, at least five minutes before he's sliding himself out from under the guitarists arm like fucking Jenga. At the edge of he bed, he spends a few seconds just sliding his fingertips over Brad's nails. Then he's up, making quick work of locating his clothes, layer by layer by layer, and pulling them on. Hopefully Brad's internal clock is less tightly wound. Thank fuck for hotel night.]

how did i know it was going to be this one

[brolociraptor]

[ Brad is not built for 5:30 AM wake up calls, he really isn't. He's completely out the whole time Party wakes up, even when Party's sliding out from underneath him. He just makes a soft, sleepy sort of noise and curls up, legs to his chest, and goes quiet. For a few seconds, anyway -- Brad might not be wired for 5:30, but he does notice that what he was holding is now gone, and his bed is empty.

Party's probably already half dressed by the time he wakes up enough to notice, but Brad snuffles and opens his eyes to watch him get dressed the rest of the way. Or at least, peers at him, frowning. After a moment of that, he speaks up. ]

Dude, it's like balls AM, where are you going?

because party is a class act obvi

[gloryisbullshit]

It's morning. [Party mutters, cinching his belt shut.] Gotta chase the sun. Where are you going?

what a butt

[brolociraptor]

Back to sleep? [ Brad yawns. ] Except now I can't, because you're like, dressed and leaving, which is really dumb. Chase the sun a different day, dude.

[gloryisbullshit]

Didn't ask you to wake up. [T-shirt on! Where are his shoes? He wanders closer to the bed in his hunt for it. He can take a little detour. His hand presses to the edge of the mattress, his knee--and he leans over Brad to kiss the back of his neck.] What'd you do with my kicks?

[brolociraptor]

[ Brad frowns. Even if Party kisses him. ] Didn't ask you to get up at the asscrack of dawn and leave me all by myself. [ brad is the incredible SULK. ] I don't know where they are. I'm not helping you find them.

[gloryisbullshit]

[Get out of here, Brad Banner, no one likes you when you're pouty! Maybe Party is kind of 0kay with it, but if Party enjoys it, it's probably questionable, let's be real here. He smirks, fingers clawing into Brad's side for a moment as he bounces a little on the bed.] You could get up too, ya lazy shit. Or you could keep cryin about it. Not gonna stop me either way.

[He slinks off, bending to look under the bed.]

[brolociraptor]

[ Brad grumbles in irritation -- and flails at the fingers at his side before flopping flat out on the bed. SIGH. Party only likes it because he likes making Brad suffer.

Party getting off the bed means, of course, that Brad is going to roll off as well. He will find those shoes first, and hold them hostage! Which he... proceeds to do, because he sort of remembers where Party kicked them off last night, which means he grabs them victoriously and catapults back into bed like a five year old. ]

Hah! Now you're never leaving. I win. [ nyeeeeh ]

[gloryisbullshit]

[Oh my god, so annoying!] Brad.

[brolociraptor]

[ From under the covers: ] What.

[gloryisbullshit]

[He bumps the mattress with his legs, yanks at the blankets to pull them back.] Come on.

[brolociraptor]

[ FLAIL ] Nope! Nope nope nope! [ He hugs them to his chest. ]

[gloryisbullshit]

[Oh hell no! Party drops the top of the blanket and proceeds to the foot of the bed to yank up the tucked end and the fitted sheet. A nice little bedding cocoon to immobilize Brad long enough for Party to drag him and all the linens off the mattress and onto the floor. This hotel should know what they're in for when they house rockstars!]

[brolociraptor]

[ Brad, the ass, is laughing. He flails around, trying to get free, but it's not working very well. ] Party! Stoooop! [ rollrollroll squirm ]

[gloryisbullshit]

I need my shoes! [Fine, he'll just sit on you! Stop it, stop making all this ruckus! Party settles on what he hopes is not Brad's stomach (it's hard to tell under this mess) and squishes Brad's cheeks together with one hand.] Give 'em! It's not like I'm any good here, man, I gotta go! Don't you have shit to do today?

[brolociraptor]

[ Brad gives Party a Look, sticking his tongue out the best he can with the whole cheeks squished together thing. ] No. I'm a rockstar, I make my own rules. I was planning on sleeping in and then going to get breakfast with you, but you're an ass and you're leaving, so.

[ :| ]

[gloryisbullshit]

[...]

What, like a date?

[brolociraptor]

... Well, only if you're not going to run away faster if I call it that.

[gloryisbullshit]

[He shifts a little, lets go of Brad's face in favor of fussing with the back of his hair.] ...Like--like no shit?

[WHAT IS THIS]

[brolociraptor]

No, dude, I'm totally fucking lying to you to get a rise out of you -- yes, like a date. [ EYEROLL ]

I mean like -- if you... if you want to. You don't have to.

[gloryisbullshit]

[SHIFT.

[Eyes to the window.

[Shimmy.] Well. How about--how about we just--call it "Brad pays for breakfast"?

For now.

[brolociraptor]

Dude, whatever you want. [ He might be grinning a lot now, because he was actually pretty nervous about that. ] We can call it "Brad pays for breakfast wherever Party wants" since my goal is to like, keep your attention for as long as possible.

I mean no offense, but you're like a kid with ADHD who snorts Pixy Stix sometimes.

[gloryisbullshit]

That shit hurts. [He only grins a little, tapping the side of his nose. He can't make too much jokes, because what is in his stomach, it's like butterflies except made of razors, what is this.] So I probably have to be in bed again, huh?

[brolociraptor]

[ He grins. ] Yep. And to uh. Get off my stomach. And maybe take off all your clothes again. I mean, I'm just saying.