Shut the goddamn blinds.

[a_pirate_meant_to_be]

THE HANGOVER MEME

Sure, we've all seen the "Morning After" meme. But let's face it: Sometimes waking up in bed next to a total stranger is the BEST possible outcome to a night after too much hair of the dog.

So here's how this meme works:

1.) Pick a character.
2.) Options:

a.) Put your character's name and canon in the header. The person replying will roll on the good old-fashioned RNG, and the scenario can play out that way, OR:
b.) Pick a scenario, and use the header to announce that rather than your character and canon.

Your options are:

1.) Obligatory "Wake Up In Bed With Someone" -- Not to steal the thunder of the OTHER meme, but you gotta have this option somewhere.

2.) You're in Jail! -- So much for not having a criminal record. Looks like it's time for a buddy to bail you out.

3.) Where Did my Clothes Go? -- This is only mildly awkward. Let's hope you have cover. Or conveniently placed objects.

4.) Where Am I? -- We pray for your sake this one isn't combined with #3.

5.) I'm Pretty Sure I Didn't Have This Last Night -- Excuse me, did anybody misplace a llama? No?

6.) "I <3 Mom" -- That sure is a tattoo all right! Hope it's not anything embarrassing.

7.) I Didn't Mean It! -- Wow, you don't remember what you said, but your buddy seems to have gotten entirely the wrong impression. Your choice on whether this made them mad or... something else.

8.) Vegas Marriage -- We're pretty sure you can't really call this "holy" matrimony, especially with all those poker chips in your pockets.

9.) Isn't That You On the Poster? -- Looks like you pissed off somebody you probably shouldn't have pissed off. Time to run!

10.) Wildcard -- Gotta have a wildcard. Pick one of the above, or just make up your own dang scenario.

And remember: Next time, drink more water. Have a nice day.

Comments

Suika Ibuki | Touhou Project

[partyfog]

10.

[fantasynature]

Ugh... what a pain... I can't even feel my head..

[ Groggy and hung over, Reimu sits up, bringing a hand to her forehead. Last night as Hanami, and as usual, everyone had come to the shrine for a party. Even though Reimu had specifically said she just wanted to have Marisa over and MAYBE Sanae. Of course, that meant that Marisa went and invited every single person in Gensokyo to come party and that's the reason why Reimu feels like she just was kicked in the face by the Scarlet Manor's gatekeeper.

But there are three things that she realizes in a very specific order.

1. She is not in her bed, but on the grass outside her shrine.
2. Her clothes are mostly missing, in just her skirt and her sarashi around her chest. Her sleeves, ribbons and even socks are gone.

Oh and 3.

Her entire shrine has been crushed as if someone had dropped a massive boulder on top of it and took it away.

So yeah, she's not happy about that. ]

MY SHRINE!!

Sumireko Usami | Touhou Project

[lastoccultism]

Poe Dameron | Star Wars: TFA | OTA

[supoepilot]

Sans | Undertale

[trombones]

6

[boneafide]

... Sans.

There are... words. On you skull.

Yashiro | Saezuru Tori wa Habatakanai

[twitteringbastard]

andrew minyard, THE FOXHOLE COURT.

[offhand]

tim price, american psycho.

[nosecandy]

#4

[sissysullivan]

Singing at one of the nicest places in New York had its perks, namely the clientele. Of course, with the champagne flowing nicely all night, Sissy hadn't seen any reason not to imbibe and fall into whatever bed she could (provided the man met her exacting standards)...and that's exactly what she did.

Only, she can't remember last night. Or where the hell she is, besides a very nice apartment.

"What...ugh," she mutters, head pounding. It takes a moment to wind herself out of the sheets, and she's looking around. Much nicer than her dive, that was for sure.

chloe decker | lucifer | ota

[nofluffybunny]

Rey | Star Wars: TFA | ota

[jakkuorphan]

[Silence your mouth siren.]

Miles Matheson | Revolution | OTA

[militaryman]

Gaby Teller | The Man From U.N.C.L.E. | OTA

[mechanikerin]

dave strider | homestuck | ota

[parodeity]

Re: dave strider | homestuck | ota

[mabill_pipher]

(crack shit?)

patrick bateman, american psycho.

[autoreverse]

#5 (oh, the choices...)

[clarabowery]

It was one thing to go home with a well-dressed stranger she'd met an an exclusive benefit for only the most well-to-do in New York City. It was entirely another to wake up in a flat, still wearing one of her shoes and...well, most of her dress. She tugs the sleeve up (really, it was absolutely ruined), musters up the stamina to pull herself out of the heap she's in. Now, now. This is not her coat.

How many people are here? Was there an after-party? God, she just wanted a bottle of Pellegrino with a Vicodin chaser. She leans up and tugs off the heel, dropping it to the side in distaste. Honestly, a ruined pair of Blahniks, too. Must have been a hell of a night.

rachel amber | life is strange

[rachelwashere]

Matt Murdock || Daredevil/MCU || OTA

[trustinthedevil]

#7

[pageandpages]

(Prefer a mad Matt or...happy Matt? XD)

Jane | The Walking Dead Game

[cowcatcher]

Remilia Scarlet | Touhou Project

[scarlet_devil]

[ Can be aged up physically and all that. ]

Scott Lang | MCU (Ant-Man) | OTA

[subatomicstate]

Jack Sparrow | those dumb movies about pirates

[pistolproof]

you ready for that there shower, jack sparrow? because it's ready for you.

[belaying]

[ooc; in retrospect that sounds like a line in a bad porn. oh well.]

[The night before is a bit of a blur, but if his aching head is anything to judge by, he'd certainly done his fair share of swilling, and he is fully willing to admit that he's getting a bit too far along in years to keep up at the pace he could in his twenties and thirties. Combined with the fact that a captain such as he was simply didn't have the luxury of getting black out drunk very often (if at all) and since the curse had been ended it wasn't something he made a habit of doing...

Well.

Suffice to say daylight is entirely too bright, his mouth both feels and tastes awful, and when he cracks open an eye (much to his great regret), he realizes that he does not, in fact, have any idea where he is. The room itself is the sort you'd find anywhere on the island that rented to pirates and crewman and anyone passing through, which is all fine and good, he's put his head down in worse places over the years, except for the fact that - when he forces himself into a sitting position - he's on the floor. There's a bed, of course, why wouldn't there be? But he is not in it, and his back is eager to let him know all about it.

And when he grimaces at that, his lower lip stings like hellfire. When he reaches up, to see what exactly, is causing it so much grief, he finds a split, newly opened, screaming bloody murder and swollen to the touch. Which fills in a few blanks for the soreness in his ribs.

Black out drunk and a barfight. Lovely. Which means he has no idea what he's going to be walking out into, once his stomach settles and the light doesn't feel like it's stabbing him in the eyes.

And all he can remember of the previous evening is showing up in port, heading to his favorite tavern in this pitstop island (and oh, how he wishes it were Tortuga), and-]

Jack. Jack. [And given that, there's not a doubt his mind about who might be to blame for the whole thing.]

natasha romanoff | mcu

[chernyy]

[reactor]

[So he wakes up with a massive hangover, feeling a bit like death warmed over. Not unusual for a night in Vegas. He squints against the bright sunlight streaming in through the window, trying to get his bearings. It'd be easier if his eyes would cooperate for three seconds.

He rolls a little, trying to focus, and realizes the redhead sprawled across the other side of the bed is actually familiar. Okay, so a little more unusual, but nothing he can't handle. They're both wearing clothes, or at least some of their clothes, which is really the weirdest part.]

Hey. [His voice is raspy and he feels like he tried to eat sandpaper earlier. What the hell had they been drinking?] Wake up, you smell like a distillery.

[Or maybe that's him. Either way, he reaches out to nudge her shoulder, and his eyes catch on something sparkly by Natasha's hand. Still squinting, he realizes the sparkle is in fact a fucking huge diamond ring.]

Shit, Romanoff! Who's the unlucky son-of-a-bitch you got hitched to?

Karen Page + Daredevil + MCU

[pageandpages]

South Dakota | Red vs Blue

[disputing]

Zelgadis Graywords | Slayers

[cureless]

Chara - Undertale

[buttercup_eater]

[Is way too young to drink but hey, maybe they can serve as the equivalent of both the mysterious baby in the closet and the tiger in the bathroom.]

kylo ren | star wars: the force awakens

[derriphan]

i was gonna wildcard but then fuck it, 8 sounds like a giggle

[hux]

[ Hux isn't sure whose room he's in, let alone what planet. The night before had involved drinking for reasons that are now a vague blur of pain, enough so that how the night ended was beyond any hopes of being recalled. All Hux knows now is that everything hurts and that he's somehow spent the night draped across an armchair, the arms digging into his lower back and knees respectively.

Maybe the pain in his head would go away soon so he could at least figure out where he's wound up. There's enough on a brief glance around the room to know that it's a hotel room of some sort, and that there's someone in the double bed nearby dead to the world. Hux hopes they're not actually dead; that would be a pain to clean up.

And then it hits him. Something hadn't been right to begin with and now Hux realizes - with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach - that there's a metal band around his wedding finger. Not only that but another look around the room and he can see shotgun wedding catalogues nearby. No. Obviously this was still part and parcel of his hangover and Hux closes his eyes, putting a hand to his forehead and hoping that he's just imagining it.]

I refuse. [ It's a grumble, but the point remains. Hux refuses this reality, he'll be shortly substituting it with his own because he did not want to acknowledge waking up in Space Vegas. Ever.]