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The Morning After Meme

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.
( keep in mind that sexual scenarios are the basis of this meme! please enter with caution )
┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ the scenarios

① BREAKFAST IN BED;
your partner is 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 the 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, can't 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 xxx?

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 favorite, or make up your own!

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[ Zorro rubs against his hand once more, and then turns and hops back up onto the top of the cabinets, disappearing into the corner to return to his morning nap. It's a hard life for a house cat around here. ]

Money don't buy trust, sugar.

[ After pouring them both a cup of coffee, she steps over and sets one of them in front of him, taking a careful sip of her own as she heads back to the stove. ]

And I can't trust you. That's a little frustratin', when I wouldn't mind so much seein' you 'round.

[It's an insoluble solution for the moment, and they both know it. So he just takes the coffee and sips at it, saying nothing. And using a free hand to dangle in case Miss Kitty's up for round two.]

You'll get there, [He says, after a while.] and I'll be around 'til it's a thing.

[There's another pause.]

Did I ever say sorry?

[ Miss Kitty spots that hand at his side and pops up, abandoning the piece of string she was batting at to soak in whatever attention he'll give her. She licks at his fingertips and nuzzles her head into his palm.

Ashe laughs curtly and gives him a long look before turning back to her task. The smell of bacon and eggs soon fills her small kitchen. ]

You ain't the least bit sorry. Even if you were, can't say I'd ever forgive you.

[ No, she will. Eventually. ]

Whatcha been up to, anyhow? Figured you would've moved on elsewhere for a while.

[He smiles at that, giving her back all that she could possibly want. He sips at the coffee. Good and strong, excellent.]

[He wants to tell her that he is. That coming to like her had never been part of the plan, and that he'd had to improvise. That the entire idea had been to bring in some bandit chief and that was to be the end of it. But she was clever, and better than the others. With the sort of fire that could keep the West - his West - alive for decades to come. But she won't believe him anyways, will she?]

[Sentiment isn't part of their world. And sure wasn't part of his. Though sometimes, rare times, he wished it were.]

Came down this way to go after Boss Sanchez. I was headed towards Nevada when I picked up his trail.

[ After a while, Miss Kitty curls up at his feet, resting her head against one of his shoes and purring contentedly. Good luck moving anytime soon, mister. ]

[ Sentiment existed for her far more than she wanted to admit it did. Maybe one day she would believe him; once she decided that holding a grudge wasn't worth it and her pride had time to heal. He'd certainly caught her at the worst possible time, after all.

All that side, he piqued her interest and curiosity. He was a hell of a good shot, quick on his feet, and he could very well prove to be an invaluable ally. But, now? Well... Now, it's just a touch more complicated, because she doesn't know how to feel after waking up next to him.

She hums thoughtfully at his answer, plucking a piece of toast from it's slot in the toaster and tossing it onto one of the plates she had set out. ]

Name rings a bell. What'd he do?

[ She moves over and sets a full plate and fork in front of him. ]

[He takes the plate with a nod of thanks, watching how she moves, what her face says. That's a much more reliable indicator with her than words, sometimes.]

Ran a casino, ran off with wad of dough from it. Pissed off some very unfriendly people. Then decided to parlay it into hiring muscle for an extortion racket. Anyways, he pissed off the wrong folks again and now he's in hiding. Law wants him alive, figures he'll give 'em bigger fish. Hear tell he's hiding out in a town south of here.

[ Sometimes. For now, her expression is fairly neutral with a subtle hint of amusement. There were certain people who really had no business having any measure of power, because they didn't know how to handle it and usually wound up getting themselves into more and more trouble.

After filling some glasses with water for the two of them, she grabs her own plate and takes a seat at the table with him, chuckling under a breath. ]

That man is trouble incarnate, so I can't say all that's too surprisin'. He also owes one'a the gangs in California a pretty penny for gettin' him out of another debacle of his. Someone's always hot on his tail, 'cause he don't know how to hide his tracks. He really ain't no good to anyone, not even himself.

[He works at breakfast as she talks, feet rather well warmed by lazy cat.]

Yeah, he cold screw up change for a nickel - but he's stumbled into enough deals the feds want him back before he ends up Vulture food.

[He shrugs]

Small enough bounty, but might as well. Presumin' I ain't last in line.

[He does things, sometimes, because it's the right thing to do. There's lines, after all. And part of his reason in coming into her neighbourhood on the way had been making sure she wasn't one of the others in line to take their shot.]

[ He's smart. Asking before taking off to bring this guy in. Ashe knows a good number of people who want to see him hang, shot, or otherwise brutally murdered and she knows good and well it's only a matter of time before his actions start directly affecting her.

But, there is a line. And a matter of choice between starting a war or... not.

For a few seconds, she doesn't answer his question, looking pensive as she takes another long sip of coffee. ]

You've heard of Los Muertos, haventcha? Big 'ol gang down in Mexico. Came to large n' more or less took over after the Omnic crisis decades ago.

[ She puts her cup down and looks at him. ]

Sanchez used to be their little errand boy, and despite all the trouble he causes, they're mighty protective of him. If you're gonna bring 'em in, don't be leavin' your fingerprints on it, don't nab 'em too close to the border and don't let him escape.

Los Muertos has eyes everywhere down here, and they'll be on your tail faster than you can blink. They're a pain in the ass to deal with on civil terms. You don't want them to be your problem.

Yeah, I've heard of 'em.

[He gently pokes at his plate, nibbling here and there as she talks. He nods, taking it in - and indicating his agreement.]

Lucky for me a lotta folks think I'm some kinda made-up legend. Crazy-ass idea works for me for once.

[Try finding him on the grid. So long as he doesn't start an all-out war, he's an ideal candidate.]

Call it a, uh, five percent advisory fee to you?

Mm... Take whatever jewelry you find on 'em. He took somethin' that wasn't his and I've never heard the end of it since. Do that for me and we'll call it even.

Just don't go pickin' him up in Deadlock territory. I ain't got time to wrangle those idiots if they get the notion that I did somethin' to their precious hermanito.

[ And then she tilts her head curiously. ]

Huh. That is lucky, ain't it? What legend are we talkin' about?

[He nods.]

Done.

[As for the rest...]

Oh, there's this story goin' round that I've been up and about for a long-ass time. Helps, sometimes. Stories are a good reason to not have any formal information show up in searches on that whatever it is.

Internet, that thing.

Yes, Tex. That thing called the internet gets quite a few folks in trouble.

[ Chuckle. ]

You're still gettin' around by horseback, usin' an old-fashioned six-shooter and carryin' century-old supplies in your saddle bags, I can't imagine why you've developed that reputation. Look like you've stepped right out'a the past.

[ A beat. ]

Did you?

[ She's kidding. Mostly. Can't help but wonder what mysterious answer he'll give her. ]

[So she still thinks it's just an image. Well, that's fine. He'll say nothing after her question, waiting for her to be taking a nice big bite, or a long drink. And when she does, he reaches into his wallet and pulls out an old, much-folded picture and slides it over the table to her.]

[What she'll see when she looks at it is something worn with age. And there he is, big as daylight, off to the side. In the center are a group of three men. One native, one black, one latino. A strange group in any setting, but behind them there are wisps of a crowd, train tracks, and the back end of a locomotive.]

[But underneath it all, in half faded letters, there is a notation: 'Last Spike Ceremony, Utah Territory, May 10 1869.]

Might've done.

[ When he doesn't answer right away, she almost thinks that he won't, which isn't much of a surprise when he wouldn't answer her other questions the first time they met. So, she goes to take a few bites from her own breakfast with the intention of questioning him further until there's something that he will answer.

But then he slides that old picture over to her and she sets her fork down to pick it up. She takes a look at the figures in the picture and then turns it over to glance at the back. The yellowed paper, deep folds and creases, and the faded image definitely shows it's age, but anyone could fabricate a picture these days.

Something about it, though... It doesn't look fabricated.

Her eyes fall upon that date. She can't remember the exact date on the old bullet box in his saddlebag, but it was somewhere close to the one in the picture.

Huh.

She's quiet for another long moment, brow furrowing as she looks at the picture just a little closer, looking for imperfections in the image; a few pixels out of place or anything.

There's nothing.

Humming softly, her eyes finally flicker back over to him. ]

C'mon... You ain't serious.

[And his eyes meet hers in return, calm and placid. It feels good, actually, to talk about it a little. A bit of a break from his usual.]

Had a hell of a time, the four of us, gettin' that spike back. Pretty elaborate plot by a Baron outta England or Scotland or somethin'...can't remember...to embarrass the US and start a war with Mexico. We put a stop to that, 'course. Took the better part of a year, tho.

One of three, maybe four pictures I ever let 'em take with me in it. Last one must've been...yeah, 'round the moon landing. '68, maybe '69. All sorta runs together.

[ And she looks him in the eyes, her own searching his a little closer as she tries to pinpoint any one little indicator that might suggest he's lying, because he had to be, right? This shouldn't even be possible.

But, he isn't lying. Unless he's just damn good at hiding it.

With a small, slightly puzzled frown, she returns her gaze back down to the picture as he speaks. ]

Quite an adventure. I reckon the years would blur together, if you've really been 'round that long…

[ Of course, she's still having a little bit of trouble wrapping her head around this and even more believing it. She sets the picture down and slides it back over to him. ]

What are you, then?

[And he just shrugs, taking a bite of breakfast as if none of it is really terribly important.]

Damned if I know. Just good at not dyin' I suppose.

[He looks at the picture almost fondly for a minute before returning it to his wallet, and reaches down to remind Miss Kitty that he hasn't forgotten her.]

Always liked cats. Longer I go, the more they seem to like me back.

[ Miss Kitty looks like she's smiling as she lifts her head and then bumps it lightly against his hand. She's found a lovely place for a morning nap. ]

Sure seems that way. Zorro don't take to anyone that quickly.

[ She sits back to glance down under the table at her spoiled rotten calico, who is still enjoying the attention very much. ]

How long you been around, anyhow? Just since the 1800's? Sounds like an awful long time to be wanderin' 'round all by your lonesome.

Just since, yeah.

[And he smiles, just a little bit, at the irony of saying 'only' about that.]

Gets that way, sure. But life keeps you busy. Even if it's longer, I guess. Even with hoverbikes and Omnics...it's still the same place.

[He took a few bites of his meal, saying nothing more. For him, that was practically an oration.]

Mmhm. Love it or leave it.

[ The skeptical part of her is almost entirely overridden by the part of her that wants be believe him. When she's seen and heard about a great deal of strange, unexplained things in the wilderness of Arizona, he would just be one more to add to the bunch. ]

Ain't got a name, do ya?

[ She finally put two and two together, at least. ]

[He looks thoughtful for a long moment, eyes focusing somewhere far away.]

No, I got one. Been so long since I even used it I can barely remember it sometimes. Long time back, everyone had one. With a 'the' in it, somewhere. It was all about presentin' a reputation or somethin.' Posturing.

[He shrugs]

So I didn't. And then time just...kept goin.' But my friends - such as they ever were - used to call me...Blondie.

Makes sense. They used to call me Calamity 'round these parts. Ain't no the required to get the point across.

[ And then she chuckles, because honestly. That definitely sounds like a nickname a bunch of guys would come up with. ]

Blondie. Mm. [ She wrinkles her nose. ] That on account of you were the only pale-faced one of the bunch? Otherwise, it don't fit you a bit.

[He smirked at the former, and did a terrible job of hiding it.]

That so? Well. Can't think why they'd say that.

[Given that every time they'd met it had been chaos and, usually, destruction...]

As fer the name...fella who came up with it was a sawed-off runt, name of Tuco. They still tell stories of him, down Texas way. But he had a, uh, interesting way of lookin' at the world.

It is a mystery.

[ She smirks right back, giving him a playful wink before taking another sip of her coffee. ]

I was born down near Austin, wonder if I've heard some of 'em.

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