The Morning After the Night Before Meme

[dreameming]

THE MORNING AFTER THE NIGHT BEFORE MEME



It's been one of those nights. You went out, met some people, did some things, and in the cold light of day you aren't so sure that those 3:00 a.m. bright ideas were so bright after all. It's the morning after the night before. Where are you now?

HOW TO PLAY:

1. Respond with your character name and canon in the subject line. Include any caveats or clarifications you'd prefer in the comment box. You can leave an empty comment by simply putting < in the comment box.
   
2. Tag around to other characters and pick one of the prompts or take a spin with random.org to offer you a starting point.
   All prompt suggestions are just starting points and/or examples. Go with whatever idea sparks for you.
   
3. Go, go, go!

PROMPTS:

1. This is not my beautiful spouse!
   You got drunk and put a ring on it. How does that pan out? Happy ending or rush annulment?
   
   
2. Break stuff
   You did some high-value property damage. Are you going to stick around and make good, or are you going to high tail it out of there?
   
   
3. Dude! Sweet!
   You got a tattoo. Your partner in crime did too. Worst idea or best idea ever?
   
   
4. Dude, where's my...?
   You lost it - your car, the heirloom engagement ring, state secrets. Whatever it is, you had it and now you don't.
   
   
5. One phone call
   You swear you didn't mean to fall into the chocolate fountain at the McFancypants' wedding reception, and you really didn't mean to shake it off all over the bride's dress, and you really didn't mean to grab her there when you were just trying to help her clean off her bodice. You're in jail. Are you there alone or do you have a pal sitting next to you going, "Best. Night. Ever!"
   
   
6. Walk of...
   You hooked up. Is this good, bad, awkward? Are you doing the walk of shame this morning or strutting it all the way home?
   
   
7. Viral infamy
   Remember that thing you did last night? Okay, remember that thing you did last night that you don't remember? It's all over YouTube. How's that playing with the people who know you?
   
   
8. If the shoe fits...
   Why did you wake up in someone else's clothes? Do you even want to know? Where are your clothes?
   
   
9. Text in haste, repent at leisure
   Do you really want to look at your call and message logs from the night before?
   
   
10. Hair of the dog...
    Why stop with last night when you can just keep rolling?
    
    
11. I don't remember, I don't recall...
    You drank something, smoked something, took the red pill and the blue pill and you don't remember a thing you did. Mix and match any of the other prompts under this one.

Comments

[shaves]

[ Covering the speaker as he half-listens to what the others are saying, he interjects with a hissed — ] It's got to be a mission, why else would we have suited up? Never mind being ashamed, I'm impressed we're here at all —

Pepper? Yeah, look. [ Totally listening: voicemails, property damage, blahblahblah. ] Pepper. I need you to check on my desk and tell me if I left a SHIELD briefing there. We need a head-count on whoever was dispatched.

[efficacy]

[ Aaand he's just totally going to ignore and interrupt her. Pepper huffs a slightly put out sigh before responding promptly. Tony's big mouth already provided her with this information prior to the mission. ]

You, Bruce, Steve and Natasha. You made it very clear you thought yours and Bruce's team was more superior than that of Steve and Natasha, as per your usual charming manner. [ Beat. ] Why do you ask? Are you missing someone?

[hulkbusted]

But I was working... [Grimacing he rakes both hands through his hair and wracks his brain for more memory of the previous day.] ...it was... oh no, no, I was going to test--

--is that a chicken?

[A small white chicken has just strutted into the room from what can reasonably be assumed to be one of the suite's bedrooms.]

This can't be a mission.

[widowing]

In your case? Probably to show off. We're in Vegas, right? [ she heads to the window and squints at the view, trying to avoid the sun's harsh glare. she turns from it to say something to the other three (since she assumes pepper is listening in as much as she can from her end of the line), but whatever she's about to say is forgotten when she spots the chicken. ]

...why is there livestock here?

[shaves]

[ Watching the scene before him unfold with a vague sense of their collective doom dawning, Tony heads from one room into the other as Pepper recounts the information he needs. Slouching heavily in a doorway just in time to see a chicken waddle through the devastation of the obliterated hotel room, he sighs and passes a hand over his face. ]

We, uh. We've kinda lost Captain America. [ For Pepper's benefit, he clarifies: ] In Vegas.

[efficacy]

[ Pepper frowns, thinking she caught someone say something about livestock in the background, but she can't be sure. Besides, she has more urgent matters on her mind. ]

Yeah, this invoice from the Bellagio, among others, kind of clued me in on that. As did one of those numerous voicemails you left me. I now know more about feather-kinis and the art of strategic placement of sequins than I ever wanted to. So sweet of you to think of me when you're out of town, really.

[ She'd better get a great damn souvenir to make up for all of this, just sayin'. ]

And I can't believe you actually lost a national icon in Sin City of all places! That's just bad karma.

[hulkbusted]

It's just one chicken. [Damned if he's going to chase it down, he hasn't even gotten off the couch yet, where it's finally catching up to him that he's fully clothed.]

When did I get dressed if the Other Guy was out and... JARVIS, pause. [Making an appearance on the edge of the screen is a black wedge shoe that might or might not be Natasha's. Considering the rest of the screen is a scene of the Bellagio's fountain, which seems to be going completely haywire while over at the edge of the screen Iron Man and a mostly naked Bruce conspire together over a glowing screen. Disaster is averted when Bruce remembers to hike up his Hulk-stretched pants at the last possible moment.]

No, forget it, just turn it off. Please.

And it only gets worse.

[fuckyeahloki]

[There's an angry norse god in the other bathroom.

Cuffed to a handrail in the shower.

And the shower is running.

A very angry, very wet, and very crazy Norse god.

But he's not hung over and might know a bit of what's going on. Good luck with that.]

oh shit it's loki GET IN THE VAN

[widowing]

[ natasha's leaned in to get a better look at the video, hoping to find a clue as to where steve might have disappeared to. so far, he's nowhere to be found, but after a moment she hears the water running in the next room. since tony's still on the phone with pepper and bruce is too distracted with his shame to hear, she heads to the door to see who's there.

...oh. fantastic. ]

I'm guessing you've got a hand in all this.

[shaves]

[ Now he's definitely thinking of strategic sequins on Pepper — oops. No, wait, focus. ]

It would be a lot easier not to lose said national icon if he didn't have a pair of spry legs to go skipping off wherever he damn well pleased while we're passed ou— oh. Whoa, what the actual fuck. [ Drawing up behind Natasha, he calls over a shoulder. ] Bruce! We've got a plus-one and he isn't spangly.

[ BRB Instagram'ing his girlfriend a shot of Loki captive in the shower. That's a keeper. ]

Pep, I'm putting you on speaker-phone for this.

[efficacy]

[ In true Tony-Pepper form, she's already interjecting her own argument into the exchange before Tony is even halfway through. ]

Oh, please. I very much doubt that Steve of all people would—

[ She cuts herself off at the abrupt change of topic at the other end of the line, frowning at the cursing and hollering. ]

Tony? What's goin— [ Oh okay, speaker phone time. ] ...Okay?

[hulkbusted]

[Well hell, now he has to lever himself up off the couch to see what all the fuss in the bathroom is about. Groaning at the white hot spike of pain that pounds between his eyes, he shuffles over to see past Tony and Natasha before he leans heavily on the wall and passes a hand over his face.]

Someone, someone tell me why in hell we have Loki handcuffed in the bathroom.

[fuckyeahloki]

[Eyes narrow at Natasha.] I had a hand in this, slattern? Drunken slattern. The stink of your shame yet lingers.

[And there's Tony. Loki vaguely knows what a camera and a camera phone and hisses.] You yet live, too. I had hoped the lot of you would perish in the midst of your debauchery last eve. The stink of rotting flesh and vomitus would be more pleasant.

[Oh perfect. The diminutive alter ego of the green beast. There might just be a flash of fear, though. Not just for what happened in Manhattan, but for what happened last night. His eyes glare daggers but he goes silent, sulk intensifying.

It's either to do with Bruce or the Velvet Tony Portrait propped up on the vanity across from the shower. Its's been mocking him all night.]