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The Morning After Meme (Expanded)

prepare to lose half your life staring at this.

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!

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"Jesus, just move for a second and I'll get out of the way," she nearly pouted at him. He wasn't good for her. This had to stop. She was starting to see how this was going to only get worse.

Felix sighed and looked at him once more, "Please?"

...please? What the..? What happened to the bitchy Felix?

"Was that so hard?" Of course he had to make fun of her for it, but he did move out if the way.

"Yes, it was torture," she rolled her eyes and moved under the water. She'd given up because she just needed to get this done and get away from him. Felix sighed and after rinsing off, climbed out of the shower, dried off and pulled on her robe before padding barefoot into the kitchen.

God what had happened to her?

Hesher had a tendency to take long showers, simply because he didn't always have access to hot water. He made sure to enjoy it when he could.

After he'd gotten out he wrapped a towel around his waits. Having decided to stick around and see what was up with Felix this time, he did what he usually did and took the opportunity to use her washing machine and get his clothes clean. After that it was time to go raid the fridge.

Did he have to constantly wander around in her towels. Actually, yes, he did since he was always washing his clothes here. By time he had come into the kitchen she was standing, leaning on the counter and reading the news off her phone while she ate a plate of eggs. She had to distract herself with something because having him hear was making her uneasy.

And that? That was new. She could be pissed at him. Annoyed, and just wanting him out, for whatever it was he'd done that time. But uneasy, and she did seem like it? Hmmm...

Did did those little things he often did to annoy her, like taking a few gulps straight from the milk carton before putting it back in the fridge as he assembled some sort of breakfast. Soon he put his bowl of cereal on the counter next to her and leaned in. "What the fuck's up with you today?"

She took her time, pretending that she hadn't heard him at first and then as she swiped her finger across the screen of her phone, she sighed. "What does it matter?" because seriously, they'd never had the sort of relationship or whatever where it mattered what the other was doing or thinking or feeling. They were equally using each other. Her to escape, it seemed from reality, him to have a place to sleep and shower. Mutually for other needs.

"It's matters 'cause you're no fun." He started eating his cereal, spying down on her phone to see what she was doing.

"You always complain about that," she argued, not looking up. She was reading stocks and about Wall Street, nothing interesting to him. She was distracting herself from him because he was starting to feel like a midlife crisis.

"Yeah, and then you're usually yelling at me and trying to kick me out. So what's up?"

"Did I tell you I got fired?" she asked him out of the blue. Felix didn't once look up from her phone.

"Nope, you didn't." He calmly ate his breakfast. "What did you do?"

"I was screwing one of my coworkers and then broke up with him and he has more pull than I do," she said, mouth half full. "You know why I didn't tell you?" she didn't wait more than a breath before answering, "because we're not friends. We're not... I dont' know what we are. It doesn't matter what we are... we shouldn't be and I am so much better than this... but, here you are again!" The sarcasm dripped from her lips.

"Yeah. Here we are again." He turned to her then, and moved to put her between him and the counter, his hands gripping it on either side of him. "So you're so much better than me, that what you're saying?" There was something glittering in his eyes, something not very friendly.

Felix hadn't expected him to do that and she wasn't sure what to do. She had straighten herself up from where she was leaning over the counter, taking a deep breath as she faced him. He was blocking her in and though she knew that she could put up a fight if she had to, she also knew her limits against men. She wasn't stupid.

"I used to be," she said firmly, eyes up, facing his. "I've lowered myself since all this started."

That definitely didn't placate him any. "Really? And how did you used to be so much fucking better than me, huh?"

"I-I had plans. I was going to do something with myself and now I sleep with coworkers and drag homeless men in of the street on a regular basis. It's not even like trying to save you or anything!" Felix was finally starting to look upset. She wasn't the girl that cried in front of people. She never had been, but seething in her snapped.

"And that made you better than me? Girl, how fucking brainwashed are you?" She might be getting upset, but he just looked at her with cold anger in his eyes, taking no pity on her. Yes, he was homeless. He had no plans for the future. Not much of an education, and certainly no job. He knew this full well. But that didn't mean he in any way liked being looked down upon.

"What is it that you are so hung up on that you won't even realize that you're worthless! You couch surf and you smoke and drink and have nothing better planned? You didn't want anything better? What the fuck does it matter then if someone sees you as being below them?" She was screaming at him, leaning up to him even as he was crowding her against the counter.

"What are you going to do, Hesher? Keep using the broken, self-destructive girl for sex? Isn't that just as low as me dragging you into my place so I can forget what a fuck up I am every once in a while?" Because really, they were both low

"yeah well, I ain't the one fucking whining, am I? But yeah, sure, being a fucking drone, working nine to fucking five for your whole damn life, just hoping for a couple of year in retirement before you die of a fucking heart-attack even if it don't fucking make sense, that's so much more worthy. Right." He wasn't screaming. And he wasn't letting her out.

"Yeah, why the fuck not? If that's all you're good for - a drunken or hungover fuck ever once and again - then why the fuck not?"

"Of course, a drone, why didn't I think of that. I should be more like you! Blazed out of my head, inconsiderate, disrespectful and completely self-serving. Sure, there's nothing better than that out there. Even a nine to five, even though I never did that, was better than free loading and being completely brain dead!" she'd quit screaming at him. There wasn't really a point to it. It didn't matter.

"At least I'm good for that, I guess, right? Glad you get some satisfaction out of your life through me," oh the sarcasm. Oh how she was going to regret this later. Because honestly, of all the people she knew, he was the only one who didn't give a damn about what she did or plans or... nothing. He didn't care. He was just there.

"Like I fucking said: I ain't the one whining, or fucking co-workers and getting fired, or having a fucking mid-life crisis or what the fuck ever." Oh no, he was just risking his health in a number of ways, be it substances, picking a fight with the wrong person, or freezing to death in the winters if he didn't keep to someplace warm.

"I've had better. But since you're convenient, you'll do."

She didn't have any more retaliation. She just had... hurt. She was having a midlife crisis... quarter life crisis? What did it matter? It was happening and she was feeling useless and vulnerable and he was feeding off that. She inhaled deeply and stared up at him. Yeah, it hurt, being used like that and so openly, but he had to know how that felt. She was doing the same to him.

"I think you should go," she said softly, finally leaning away from him.

"I'll go when I damned well please." Which was the second the washing machine was done. His clothes could just dry on him. Yeah, he wanted to get out of there, but he wasn't about to leave the only clothes he owned behind.

He didn't have to hang around her, though. So he abandoned the cereal and went to grab a beer from her fridge before heading out to the living room.

Felix didn't know what to say to that. She didn't know how to respond and she could barely move. He did finally move away from her and grabbed a beer before heading to the living room. She exhaled slowly and crouched down, hands covering her face. What the fuck is wrong with her? Why would she pick a fight with him? For the hell of it? All because he asked what was wrong with her so she gave him hell? Jesus...

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