bakerstreet | The Morning After Meme

Dean's gone back to community college at Sam and Bobby's urging, and he's still trying to figure out if he should act like it's bogus or if he should take it seriously. He's the best mechanic Bobby's got, but then Dean also has to go and like all these mechanical engineering classes that his professor talked him into. Dean was definitely not into school when he was in school, but he's starting to think maybe there's something to this learning thing.

And if there isn't, at least there's hot chicks. There was some stupid dance, and Dean went and brought some of his own fun in a bottle (well, flask), and he shared the love, and he went home with a cute girl. Annie. He knows her name because he's fantasized about seeing her unwound in his bed already before. What! He gets bored sometimes.

He's still fuzzyheaded from sleep, so when he starts to wake up, he slides his arm around her waist and pulls her closer, trying to hold onto those last few minutes of warmth before they have to get up.

Annie can't remember the last time she drank. No, really, she can't remember because she has the tolerance of a small child on an empty stomach. She can't even remember this time!

Which is why she stirs when she's pulled close to something warm and only mildly familiar. Her eyes open slowly and blearily try to focus beyond the pounding in her head-- but she doesn't recognize the bed she's in, or the wall, or the nightstand, or anything in this... dorm room? She most definitely does not recognize the arm around her. And she is most definitely naked.

The only logical response to all of this is opening her mouth to scream but producing a cross between a high-pitched squeak and a weird hissing sound.

The hell -- Is that a fire alarm or something? Dean jerks awake and twists, looking over his shoulder to look for something dangerous, but then he figures out where the sound's coming from and slowly turns back around.

"Good morning to you too." Dean moves away from her, giving her her space, and props his head up with one hand. "You don't remember last night, do you?"

Mainly Dean hopes she doesn't think he took advantage of her. She barely had anything, and yeah, she was pretty drunk, but Dean didn't realize she was that drunk.

In the back of her mind, Annie's just the tiniest bit disappointed that he moved away because... well... it was kind of nice. But right now, her thoughts are primarily focused on the thoughts NAKED and MAN and IN BED WITH.

She pulls the blanket with her as she sits up, facing away from him so she doesn't have to see ... it. Just act normal, Annie! You can do this! "Ha... haha, what do you mean? Of course I remember... uuuhummmmyyyyoooou? YOU! uh-- ... silly goose." Yes. Good. Nice recovery. If only she could do something about the nervous laughter.

Oh brother. Dean pushes himself up and keeps the blanket around his waist because that's just common decency, especially when she's covering up her boobs like Dean didn't have his face on them at multiple points last night. They're great boobs. He misses them already.

"Dean," he supplies helpfully, and he's not sure if he should laugh with her or at her. At her would be mean.

"And you don't remember a thing." He laughs softly and leans his head back against the wall. Mainly he's amused because Sam always teases Dean about being the one to forget. He turns his head back toward her, smile a little softer now.

"It's okay. I'm not offended. You had a good time if it makes you feel any better."

"That's not true! I remember some things..." Like arriving at the dance with Troy and Abed. Greeting Shirley. Looking around for Jeff.

Finding Jeff.

Watching Jeff flirt with someone else.

Glaring at Jeff.

And then meeting... Dean. Right. Oh. Oh. Oh no. They didn't-- did they really? REALLY? She peeks at him over her shoulder, curious and a little irritated at how he just assumes she had-- oh. Oh.

She's quiet a moment, waiting for her face to stop feeling so warm, but then she remembers how to form sentences. "Did... you have a good time?"

Hey, at least she's not screaming or wailing or whatever that was. She's kind of cute like this, even if she still looks petrified.

"I sure did." He doesn't sound creepy or gross when he says it, and he's kind of proud of that. He picks his head up from the wall and gently touches her shoulder, and he's trying not to eye how nice her back looks but -- whatever, she's just nice to look at. He can be a gentleman about it, though.

"Hey. Are you okay?"

"Me? Yeah. Suuuuure. I'm fiiiiine." And trying her hardest to sound casual like she does this all the time. "I'm in college! I'm an attractive, young woman in a college setting! Why wouldn't I be fine?!"

Other than the fact that she's had sex less than five times in her entire life and it maybe would have been nice to remember it. The hand on her shoulder is unexpectedly tender. She turns around to face him, still clinging to the covers for dear life but no longer craning her neck to shyly look at him.

"Um... I'm not... exactly fine. I mean, I'm not not okay with this. I just ... I-- ... I don't do this very often. Or ever, actually. I'm sorry. My last boyfriend and I only ever made out." Wow. Okay, this is way more embarrassing out loud.

Dean frowns and takes his hand back, but only so he can gesture with it.

"You're not saying you were a virgin, are you? I didn't just..." Which would be fine if she could remember it and this wasn't a drunk hookup for Dean. Like, you don't just take someone's virginity after you take them home drunk from some stupid theme party at your community college.

"Wh-- no! NO! Oh god, no. You didn't-- no." Her smile is half meant to be reassuring and half genuinely pleased by his reaction. A total scumbag wouldn't be worried about something like that. It's a very good sign.

"You're fine. It's okay." She tucks some hair behind her ear, actually starting to realise why her drunk self would have done something like this. "Maybe we should start over? Hi. I'm Annie. It's very nice to meet you... again." She holds out a hand for him to shake, the other hand still covering up her important parts with the blanket.

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venatical - 2013-03-12 06:34 (UTC) - Expand

( ooc: Troy okay? )

((oh my goodness, you go for it, babycakes!))

[ Britta broke up with him.

It was bound to happen sometime, right? Somewhere in the back of his head he knew that he was just a phase -- he could see it in her eyes every time he didn't get one of her early nineties references ( what did she want from him... he was only two at the freakin` time ). He's never left town except for one convention, and the only Radiohead song he can ever remember is the one where the dude cries about being a weirdo the entire time.

So though it wasn't a total surprise, it still hurt like crazy. Because, like, he was into her or some junk. Besides Annie, Britta was the only girl ( woman, whatever ) who ever thought he could be more than just some dumb jock. Speaking of tiny brunettes with big anime eyes, that's exactly who he went to with his broken heart. She does pretty good work too. Lots of ice cream, movies with Mark Ruafflo ( he totally knows the dude now because of The Avengers ), and frien-ddling.

That last one is just cuddling if anyone is wondering. Between friends. It might or might not be a real thing.

There was also the whiskey Jeff left over last house party.

Which brings us to now. Troy blinking hard, slowly trying to shake off sleep and the alcohol. When he tries to roll over, he can't. There is definitely someone wrapped up all around him. Which was normal up until a night ago having been broken up with.

He peaks open an eye and sees brown hair.

Then he promptly screams like a girl. ]

[They'd all seen it coming. It had only been a matter of time since their relationship started! Britta dumping Troy was inevitable. Especially with Britta's relationship history and Troy's ... Troyness. He was just too sweet for her!

Or maybe Annie was just biased because Troy was her friend and roommate. Or maybe she just hadn't completely let go of her high school crush. Either way, Annie would have done anything to help Troy through this.

And apparently anything meant... anything. Despite most of the anything being a bit fuzzy thanks to that horrible-tasting whiskey. All she knows is that the cuddling turned into snuggling, and the snuggling turned into-- SCREAMING?! Annie's eyes open wide and she disentangles herself enough to sit up in a panic!]

Troy!? Troy, what's wrong-- [She looks down and immediately covers her chest with her arms, also screaming like a girl. Less disturbing, of course, because she IS a girl.]

I'm not freaking out. I'm not freaking out. I'm not freaki--

[ He was totally freaking out. He was freaking out on every level of freakdom possible because... it was Annie! Cute, innocent, soft skinned, nice legs, well endowed -- no! She was his friend, and his roommate, and a really pretty topless girl... okay, he has to stop staring at her if his brain is going to work at all because even with her covering stuff, he can still picture what's fuzzy in memory.

Troy squeezes his eyes closed as tight as possible, trying not to think about the fact that their legs were still tangled together. Because it feels good and that for some reason was making him feel guilty. Which in turn makes him kind of angry because he's single now and he can sleep with whoever he wants. Then he feels guilty again ( my emotions! ) because he thinks he might of taken advantage of Annie and that's literally on his list of things never to do in life anymore.

Along with wearing croc shoes and saying the word 'platter'. ]

Annie, I don't want to alarm you but 'brr-ring brr-ring woo hoo woo hoo' your clothes are missing. [ He takes in a deep breath, laying deathly still. ] It might be a case for Scooby Doo and the chick with the glasses.

[Ha... haha, that was so witty. Didn't want to alarm her and then he made an alarm sound-- NO! ANNIE, FOCUS! You are NAKED! She grabs for a pillow and uses that to better cover her junk so it will be less distracting and then they can figure out what just happened like rational, half-naked adults.]

Okay. Okay, don't panic because if we start panicking, we tend to start yelling and Abed has amazing hearing and-- [GASP!] Oh no, Abed. Is he home? What if he comes in here? What if he sees this? Whatever this is, I mean, it's not like I expect anything from you or want to ruin our friendship and you just broke up with Britta and it's not like we have to talk about that right now-- [She trails off, getting a little distracted by all Troy's ... Troyness. It's hard not to. He is really close to her right now and they are incredibly naked.]

... Troy? I think we... um--

[ When Annie does that thing where she says every word in, like, the English language in one breath -- he has to grin for a second because it's so freakin` adorable and she gets all red in the cheeks when she's flustered ( which he peaks at for a second before closing his eyes again ). He takes a second to think about her words, lets them sink in. ]

You're right. We can't panic because panicking means we did something bad... but we didn't do anything bad. Right? We just fell asleep watching that movie where that old chick is the devil or whatever and she wears designer clothes and yells at Catwoman. And then we took off all our clothes... and then we took off all our clothes!

[ His voice gets pitchy towards the end and it comes out in a loud squeak. He totally did it with Annie. Why would they even -- like, okay he was pretty sad over Britta. And they had been drinking. Any maybe he would feel really guilty while he was dating Britta and he'd see Annie, and all he could think was 'wow, she's the prettiest girl alive' but they can't do this.

Can they?

No, because what would Abed think about co-mingling within the apartment? He'd say that it'd ruin the dynamic and the overall arc of the season. And what would happen to their friendship? Could he risk losing Annie as a friend? What if they broke up and then she moved out, and then they never saw her again? What about whatever her and Jeff were doing ( that last thought left a bitter taste in his mouth )? The biggest question he had is why does none of that make the urge to lean up and kiss her any less burning? ]

It's safe to say that we know one another... [ He takes a calming breath, wetting his bottom lip. ] ... well, a bit more intimately now. Like, you know, in the doing it sense.

Yeah, but-- does it even count if neither of us can really remember a thing? [Oh, how she wishes she could remember! I mean-- uh... oh no. Who is she trying to kid, here? The only reason she started flirting with Jeff is because he paid attention to her when Troy wouldn't. It's nice to pretend, but it would never work out. There's that age gap. Just like with Troy and Britta. Annie wouldn't know what to do with a guy like Jeff. Not that she really knows what to do with a guy like Troy.]

It's almost like nothing even happened. So we couldn't have done anything wrong. And even if something did happen, it wouldn't have been wrong... right? We're both mature, consenting adults. Who are really, really good friends.

[Without even realizing it, Annie starts to gradually lean forward. She just keeps sinking forward until the pillow pressed between them is the only thing keeping them apart. Just say it, Annie. You can do this. You've come such a long way from the invisible loser in high school that had a crazy mental breakdown and couldn't even tell a boy that she liked him! Just say it. Shirley would be telling you to just say--] Troy? Do you ... remember that time you were my backpack?

[So close. Almost had it.]

No uh... it definitely happened. [ He says, eyes finally open and wide as they zero in on the two hickeys on Annie's neck. The second he saw the tiny dark marks, it triggered flashes of the two of them stumbling into her bedroom laughing like idiots. Then all of a sudden they're sucking face. Which, from what he could tell, was awesome. Even if, because of the whiskey, their aim was off. ] And I'm pretty sure that's not a thing really, really good friends do with one another, Annie. Like -- Abed and I googled best friends one time and no where on the qualifications did it list 'naked fun time'. Mostly just tandem bike rides and highfiving.

[ When she starts leaning into him, his heart stops. It literally freakin` stops and there are these spasms in the folds of his muscles that he can't control so his whole body jolts a few times while she stares at him. He'd like to say her eyes are his very favorite part of her but there are a few more... curvy sections of her body that topped that list but still, eyes were pretty high up there because, like, she could make them so big. It was like hypnotizing or some junk.

He couldn't stop looking at them. ]

Huh, what? Oh. Yeah... yeah. Backpack. [ The moment felt big: the two of them laying there with only a pillow between them. The feel of her eyes and legs on him -- it was almost too much but the longer it went on, the more calm he felt. He had slept with Annie. He didn't remember much of it but it had happened. It counted but it also kinda didn't. Which bummed him out because... reasons, okay? Reasons! Now it's no secret Troy wasn't one for tons of self introspection and process. Instead he sorta just did what he wanted to do. Which is why after a moment longer of watching her intently, he did what he did. ]

...Annie.

[ He didn't wait for an answer in favor of leaning up and brushing his lips soft against hers. ]

Edited 2013-03-13 09:54 (UTC)

[ It's the sun that wakes him up and gets him out of bed. She's still sleeping when he rolls out from under the covers, and he manages to get his pants back on and coffee started, as well as bacon and eggs he finds in his fridge. Teeth and hair brushed -- and then he's wandering back to his room, grinning at the sight of Annie curled up where he'd just been.

He hadn't thought he'd get the chance. But here she is, in his apartment, getting her smell in his sheets. He ends up turning the food on low and sliding back into bed, tucking her hair behind her ear, running his hand down her arm and side.

Wake up, sleepyface. ]

[Waking up is not at the top of her to do list. Not when she's half-convinced in her semi-conscious state that all of this is going to disappear and she'll be back in her bed instead of Jesse's.

But when she starts dreaming about the poor, defenseless coffee village being attacked and stepped on by the bacon monster, she realizes that waking up might be safer after all.

Annie smiles, blindly reaching out for him before she even opens her eyes. When they do open, her smile just gets wider. Okay, Annie, just think of something witty and charming. It'll be easy! You've only daydreamed about this a million times. Go ahead.]

... Hi. [Brilliant.]

[ It makes Jesse laugh, anyway, and he leans down to kiss her on the forehead gently, grinning even as he pulls away. ] Ahoy. Don't you look good in my bed, huh? [ So much teasing going on here. ] You sleep okay?

[It's kind of amazing how he can still make her blush with his teasing, but he manages and she can't do a thing about the pink flush to her cheeks as she sits up and pulls the sheet around her for modesty sake. Really, Annie? Modesty? After all that? Oh my goodness.

She nods, smiling.] Really well, actually. It's nice not being woken up at 2am by a PA system announcing the night owl deals downstairs. When did you wake up? ... What time is it?

[ It's so cute, and Jesse can't help himself. He slides into the bed with her and wraps his arms around her carefully, pressing a kiss to the side of her head. ] A while ago. Sun usually wakes me up. S'like nine thirty right now. I was gonna let you sleep, but m'pretty selfish about having you to myself, so.

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Oh how I love your Annie.

aaaaah thank you, your Troy is AMAZING (sorry, fell asleep)

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i lied now i'm going to bed

AUGHGH you're so lucky this is the cutest thing in the world.

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