bakerstreet | Morning After Meme

[Well. He can't put clothes on until you do, Charlie, since he has NO idea where anything is but his shirt. Which is currently already being used. So the moving thing? Totally in your court.

Some consideration, and then finally:]

Yeah, you're probably right. [A shorter pause, and then he pulls a face.]

Not that he won't already know. If not now then later; the guy's got way more cameras around here than is anywhere close to normal.

Wow. That's not an unsettling thought or anything. [Charlie's nose wrinkles slightly, sitting up carefully a moment later. She was all set to just stay where she was but the very idea of cameras being anywhere in the room...nope.] I'd say lets go get breakfast but my stomach isn't too impressed with the idea. What about going back to my place to try to sleep off the hangovers?

[Ffff where are you goinggggg. Okay, fine. Ugh. Upright. He can do that. Probably. The room's unsteady as he does, but he manages.]

That sounds like a great plan, actually. I don't even want to know what Kriss Angel's gonna say when he gets out of his drunken stupor. Better to leave before he tries to get up.

...We can always pull food later?

[This was a better idea when she was lying down, actually. Charlie's sitting with her head in her hands, eyes closed tightly. Someone stop the world, she wants to get off.] Later. Right. Mmhmmm. Just...give me a minute? My head is swearing at me. So is my stomach.

[One final thought about getting up, a glance at where her jeans are in a pile on the floor and her shoes are sort of haphazardly..over there somewhere near the door and she decides they might be too far away. She stretches a leg out, hooking her jeans with her toe and pulls them over and sure, she could use her ability to get her shoes. But just thinking about that hurts. Moving in general hurts.] This might be a while.

[Meanwhile Ed's still glancing around for pants. They are...AHA. Over there. His side, on the floor. That makes sense. A quick gauge and he thinks he can get to them without actually moving too much. Maybe. Fortunately he's less stomachache-y and more balance-challenged and headachey. So it's a matter of leaning over and reaching, and...it's too far. Fuck. Maybe if he rolls onto his stomach and tries to get it...? A little further, a little further...

...Okay, bad idea; he's tangled in the sheets now and can't straighten out. Too far TOO FAR--]

Ohshit.

[He kicks a leg out to try to save his balance, but it's too late, and over he goes.]

...Ow.

[Charlie had Ed's shirt in her hands, now reduced to just a black bra and matching underwear. She'd been holding it out to him, not really looking. Until he swore. She turned in time to see him fall, even reaching for the leg that had kicked out and missing.

No sooner had he thumped to the floor when she'd crawled across the bed to his side, looking over the edge of it at him. She's stretched out across the bed, now, because it feels significantly better than crouching on the bed. She's more concerned about him than amused by his misfortune.]

Need some help?

[Flat on his back, he stares up at her, narrowly resisting the urge to stick his tongue out at her. What kind of a question is that?]

No. I just had a disagreement with gravity, we're good now.

[Just injured pride, that's all. Don't look at him like that, McGee.

And now he twists around to try to orient himself. Pants are...over there. Okay. Shift around, and reach, and...there. Success. Now it's just a matter of untangling himself from the sheet and getting his jeans on. Which is mostly a lot of frantic wiggling because HA like he has enough sense of balance to do it standing.]

[Ed's shirt is set on the bed as Charlie sits up, legs now on his side of the room. She eases herself into a standing position and starts towards her own shirt, Once that's yanked on and she's run fingers through her slightly messy hair, she's sitting again. That seemed to take a lot out of her and she's frowning a bit.]

I don't think it's ever taken this long to get dressed. [It's about ten seconds, however, before she's heading back to the rest of her clothes, checking the pockets of her jeans to make sure she had everything. And hey, added bonus; a hair elastic. That takes care of her hair. Now...where the fuck are her shoes?]

[And now it's back to standing. The bed helps. And then he's grabbing his shirt, tugging it on, and kicking his shoes to a place that isn't under the bed. ...He found one of hers too, which he nudges over. Now that he's mostly situated he can actually pay attention to McGee.]

...It wasn't that long.

[...Maybe.] It's not like it's a race anyway, as long as we manage to skip Peter on the way out.

We'll be fine. He usually sleeps pretty damn late and--[This is the part where God or whoever reminds Charlie that he doesn't actually like her that much because down the hall she hears Peter yelling. Her eyes widen and she looks at Ed, trying to not grin too much. She listens to Peter's voice more, tilting her head slightly.] I don't think he's between us and the front door.

[She's not about to struggle with her shoes, both of them now in her hands. She's pretty much ready to run for it at this point, hangover be damned.]

[Don't even bother trying not to grin; Ed's doing the same and failing because Peterrrrr what even.]

I'm just going to say, secret entrance? There needs to be one. Because now would be a great time for using spy tactics, and I'm pretty sure neither of us are qualified.

[But he's going to creep over to the door anyway and poke his head out. Without looking back at her, he waves her over and eases the door open a little further.]

I think the coast's clear.

The man has a panic room and he doesn't have a secret exit. How lame is that?

[In all seriousness, though. She does like Peter. He was a big help when Charlie'd decided Ed shouldn't be a vampire. Not that she got to do the actual staking but whatever. AND HEY! Lets not think about that right now. Those aren't the happiest of thoughts, even if the ending was ridiculously happy.

Charlie heads over, slipping her hand into his and squeezing gently. She's grinning, practically bouncing out of her skin as she sticks her head out of the door as well. Nothing except for someone who works for Peter running into his room when he yells again. One last look at Ed before she slips past him out the door, trying to move as quietly and as quickly as she can to the elevators.]

[And now there's sneaking down the hallway; careful and attempted silence, periodically checking behind them just to make sure. ...Only he keeps sniggering under his breath because they are seriously trying to sneak out and he has to keep his hand on the wall so he doesn't end up wandering into the middle where people will see them and somehow it's FUNNY.]

[This shouldn't be as funny as it is, but there they both are, trying desperately to not giggle too loudly but Ed sure as hell isn't helping. She turns around, one finger over her lips and a 'shhh' only barely making it out past the giggle-fit she was fighting. They weren't even doing anything wrong, just avoiding an awkward interrogation. But this was still so hilarious.]

Elevator's this way.

[Still moving carefully. Nothing to see here...Peter's yelling again so Charlie decides to run to the elevator, pushing the button repeatedly. Why the fuck was the elevator so slow today oh God.]

[He practically slides to a stop next to her, slamming a hand against the wall as he runs out of room and why isn't it openingggg. He kind of bounces in place, as if that will actually help anything.]

Shit shit shit, go go go you stupid thing, c'mon!

[...There might have actually been a squeak in there somewhere, he wasn't paying attention, he's more focused on the escaping part.

Finally it slides open, and he prods at her back to usher her in, slipping in after her and jamming fingers against the button to close the doors, and now he's just snickering into her shoulder like it's the funniest thing ever but he knows he should still be quiet.]

[Charlie's giggling a little more openly now. She's past the point of being able to keep it contained. Really, there's just no point in trying. It was starting to hurt. Charlie's arm has gone around Ed's waist and her face is pressed against his neck as she laughs. Her other hand still holds her shoes but what does she care? Some part of her brain is convinced if she lets go of her shoes or, more importantly, Ed, she'd float away from the excited and giddy feeling bubbling under her skin.

When she's settled down enough to breathe, her other arm goes around him and she leans against his shoulder a bit, still smiling.] You alright, gorgeous?

[He's not sure if he's trying to use her for support or trying to support her or just wants to keep her there or what, but he wraps his arms around her in turn, holding her close, and just kind of grins back.]

Funny, I was gonna say that, you're the one with the gigglefit. You had me worried for a minute there.

[...Not really. Highly amused, maybe.]

I'm sure I'll be fine after some sleep. [It's all of the above, Ed. Mutual support and keeping each other close. She's doing the same. Arms around him, head on his shoulder for another moment or two as she relaxes some.

And as for the sleep she needs? She's set for loads of sleep and she's hoping Ed will be there. It's kind of nice when he's there. Not to sound creepy but she likes the way his heartbeat sounds and the fact that he now actually breathes while he sleeps. It's oddly comforting. She tilts her head up, kissing him briefly before speaking again.] I don't really feel like I got a whole lot of it last night. What time did we sneak away from everyone else, anyway? I didn't happen to notice.

[...Ed's not sure he did either, in all honesty. He nuzzles her neck, partly to try to buy some time to come up with an answer and partly just because it's another vampire quirk holdover, disconcerting rationally because of what it used to be but comforting on some weird level he tries not to think about. He presses a kiss there before replying instead of inspecting it too closely.]

Like...1? 2? Maybe? Late. Or...early, I guess. Technically. I don't think either of us got much sleep, between talking and...you know.

[Yep. Apparently he CANNOT SAY IT. De-vampification evidently takes away ALL lack of inhibitions, so welcome to a more awkward and less outrageously vulgar Ed! Who apparently cannot discuss sex things with girls.]

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[When has anything about these two been rational? The nuzzling gets a sigh, her head tilting slightly. She's going to enjoy the nuzzling for a moment, never mind the fact that she knows it's leftover vampire habits.]

Good reasons to be awake half the night.

[That's okay, she can't say it right now either. She's still in shock that it actually happened.

Ding! Ground floor; Taxi's, Busses or a fifteen minute walk to Charlie's place await. Which will it be?]

Definitely. ...But maybe less booze next time.

[Um. Did he say that out loud? MOVING ON.

With the change in angle he plants the next kiss a little higher, but by now the door's open so really they need to be going.

Ffff taxi. You kidding? Like they could make it down the street on their own power. Out to the curb, McGee in tow, a hasty wave-down, and off they go. ...You have money, McGee, right? Because he has like...3 bucks. Tops.]

[And busses smell bad and are too stop-and-go for anyone's stomachs, lets be honest.]

How about just no booze next time? I was kind of hoping that was how the first time would go.

[Don't mind Charlie, Ed. She's just going to spend the majority of the taxi ride curled up against you, maybe even tilt her head back enough to kiss whatever part of your neck and face she can reach. And yes, she has money for the taxi. She always has money for taxi rides. Look! Her apartment building. She's payed the driver and at some point managed to put her shoes on and is trying to make her way to her apartment before falling over. You've got her, right Ed?]

[Valid points all! And for his part for most of the ride Ed's just going to facilitate ease of access to wherever she wants and do his level best to reciprocate with all manner of enthusiasm. Even including pulling her into his lap to help with that because fff seat belts. Clearly unimportant.]

Well we can always pretend. Call a do-over and just...not count it? So next time is the first time. ...And no booze.

[Of course he's got her on the way to the apartment. Arm looped around her waist, the opposite hand trailing against the wall so he's got some kind of guidance system; if she's going down, he is too. Only the plan is obviously to NOT do that. They need to get to the apartment.]

Okay. [Not that she thinks the first time was bad. She just wants to remember it a little better. It's sort of difficult since a lot of it is lost in a drunk haze.

As much as Charlie sort of hates her tiny apartment, she's never been happier to see it. The door doesn't even stick anymore when she unlocks it and an attempt is made to hang her keys on the hook nearby but she misses. She doesn't seem bothered by this. Instead, her concern is getting Ed in and shutting the door.]

I feel like getting home is just this huge victory, right now.

[Good. Door is closed. He's just...going to lean against it. Totally not because he might lose his balance otherwise.]

Considering it took like...six hours? [...More like one. Maybe.] It's pretty impressive.

[A pause, and he glances around the room like it's the first time he's ever seen the place.]

So...now what?

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