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The Hangover Meme

Last thing you remember you were having a couple of drinks, now you're waking up... Where? What the hell happened last night? Why does the small of your back hurt? Why is there a monkey in the room? Why is Kate Perry's "Last Friday Night" playing on the radio? Piece it all together, because you weren't alone for the ride. Anything and everything could have happened last night, but if you look for the clues, you may be able to figure it out. The problem is... Do you want to know?

These rules are very loose, do whatever feels right!
→ Post with your character (Name and canon in the subject bar).
→ People reply to your character with their own (CUES ARE OPTIONAL!!; roll or choose from the offered list if you wish, as many times as you want).
→ If you wish to roll for cues, the original poster can do so as well.
→ Try to figure out why you have "Bait Master" tattooed on your back.

Optional Cue List:
1. In A Weird Place: A strip club? A gay bar? A sushi restaurant's supply room? Wherever it is, it sure raises a lot of questions about how you got there.
2. A Picture Says A Thousand Words: Maybe you think to check your phone, and you notice that there's some new images saved on it. Maybe they're hilarious! Maybe you'll wish you hadn't looked...
3. Inked: Whoever it was who convinced you that a neon-colored cutie mark would make for a bitchin' tattoo needs to be excommunicated. Or maybe worse, you got a SWEET tattoo of a sunglasses-wearing skull with sneakers... but it's on your face.
4. Hair-Razing Experience: Why does your head feel so odd? Maybe it's more than the hangover; it might have something to do with your hair being a bit different than you remember it. Maybe it's not there. Maybe it wasn't bright neon blue last you remember. Maybe you didn't have any before, but suddenly you're Fabio! It's pretty weird either way.
5. Fashion Mistake: Okay, maybe you wound up in a temple with a bunch of Buddhist monks, considering you're wearing one of their robes. Or maybe you went to a football game considering you've got a cheerleader uniform on. Or maybe things are weirder than that. You probably don't want to know why you're wearing the mascot's uniform.
6. Total Wardrobe Meltdown: Worst case scenario. Your clothes aren't just wrong... they're gone. Maybe if you're lucky, at least your companion is the one wearing them.
7. Who's that?: Good news everyone! You find yourself in a bed. Bad news, who the heck is that next to you?
8. Fought The Law (And The Law Won): Apparently Officer Jones didn't like the things you called him last night, because he's glaring at you pretty hard from behind those bars... Oh wait. He's in front of the bars. YOU'RE the one behind them.
9. Additional Baggage: Is that a monkey in your room or a baby? Either way, you can't just leave it. Well, you could probably leave the monkey, but why would you?
10. Hog Wild (DIY Drunk Shenanigans): Who the hell knows? Maybe you started a riot. Maybe you robbed a bank. Maybe you saved the world! It's a mystery to everyone! ... Well, actually it's probably only a mystery to you. Everyone else will probably remember it forever.

WE'RE NEVER DRINKING AGAIN. ~~Until next Friday Night~...~~

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[ Blaine's just groaning at the sun. Stupid thing. What the fuck is it even up?

Oh right. It's morning.

He groans and covers his eyes as it sits up and notices two things. He's naked as the day he was born.

And he's on the roof of the old school.In LIMA. ]

[Rory reaches out his hand, groping for Blaine.] Shhh, groan quieter, love. And please shut the curtains...

[He mumbles, realizing he feels chilled and tries to find the blankets, which he can't. Reluctantly he opens his eyes, then sits up with a start.] Blaine...

[And now the realization comes to him too, they are in Lima, both naked, on the roof. What the actual fuck?]

Cad é in ainm na bhflaitheas a tharla? [He asked, confused, lapsing into Gaelic]

Well this is new.

[ He said, laughing softly as he rubbed his eyes before groaning at the sun again. What the fuck had he drunk last night? The last thing he recalled was fucking Rory in the bathroom.]

Ulgh...it's too bright for this shit.

I am glad it's not snowing or raining! [Rory said, curling up his legs around himself, squinting in the hopes that his clothes would magically appear. They did not. He scooted closer to Blaine, then cried out as he felt something painful.]

Bleeding Christ, what the hell is on my back? It feels like I got stung by a hundred bees! [He said, feeling at the base of his spine gingerly. Better learn how to say tramp stamp in Gaelic, boyo.]

If it starts snowing now I'll murder you. [ He said as he rubbed his eyes before glancing over at his back and bursting out laughing. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.]

You have a tramp stamp.

[ He's just going to laugh harder.]

Oh well, gives me something to look at when your bent over.

Oh, no, no, no, don't tease me Blaine! That's not funny! [Rory said in alarm, feeling his back, his face horror-struck.]

What the bloody hell does it say? If it says 'property of Blaine Anderson' I'm going to jump off this roof. [He shook his head, hoping for clarity but finding only a headache.]

Oh Rory. It's totally. Utterly funny.

[ He leans over to peer at it before shrugging.] I have no idea. It's in that language you love to speak sometimes.

'Tis not! Fuck yourself hard, Blaine Anderson!

[Rory covered his face, sighing heavily.] Brilliant. Now I need clothes, a ladder to get off this bloody roof, and a mirror to see what my arse says. Can this day get any better?

I'll fuck myself however I feel like Rory.

[ He laughed and layed back, smirking over at him.]

Would a blowjob make you feel better?

Oh truly? Well, feel most free, Blaine. I shall watch.

[Rory opened his mouth to say that was the most balmy suggestion considering they were trapped, then shut it again.] Aye, why not?

[ He arched his eyebrow at that before scrambling to his feet and turning his back to Rorv before bending over and parting his cheeks, running a finger over his hole with a soft groan.]

Just watch huh?

[ He made a show of licking his finger like a mini cock before slidingi to over his hole and pressing it into himself.]

Ah..I do love to fuck myself.

Blainnnneeee.... [He said, his voice taking on a harsh edge...okay, screw the being trapped, someone was bound to come eventually, right? Well, hopefully not like this second, but soon.]

[He pounced his boyfriend.] No. Get my cock wet with your spit, I want to fuck you before we bloody well die up here of exposure and surely go to Hell for being so wanton.

[ He laughed as Rory pounced him, chuckling as he pressed a kiss against his lips before moving down his body to kiss the top of his cock.]

For the record. Worth going to hell.

[ He smirked as he wrapped his lips around Rory's cock, sucking hard.]

[He pressed forward into Blaine's very inviting mouth, the tingle shooting up from his belly all the way to his head, making him feel dizzy, bloody fucking hell, no one had ever made him feel as good as Blaine did.] So worth it. Measann sé go maith...Blaine...

[He pulled out with a cry, it was so hard to not want to come that very second, his boyfriend's tongue did wicked things to him. Rory pushed Blaine down, moving behind him, and without ceremony, starting pushing into him, whimpering at how hot and tight he felt around his cock.]

for that drunk meme yesterday

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