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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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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.

Might've done. He had a knack for survivin' and causing problems.

[He sipped at his coffee, swirling the remaining liquid in the coffee.]

So different then. But not.

Just like you? No wonder ya'll were friends. [ Another chuckle. ] C'mon. Don't leave me hangin'. What'd he do?

[ As the two chat over breakfast, Miss Kitty wakes up entirely and decides that she wants to crawl up into his lap. Because she is clearly so terribly neglected, that she needs all of the contact and affection that she can get before he leaves. Tragic. ]

Well, friends might be pushin' it. But we met up a few times. Had a couple adventures.

[He stopped for a moment as she hopped her way up, moving his arms so she could get good and comfortable before settling into a steady stroking.]

And it's probably better t'think of it as what didn't Tuco do. Funny thing 'bout Tuco is a lot of what they wanted to hang him for he hadn't done, and a lot of what they didn't know about he'd done six ways from Sunday. He'd kill ya soon as look at ya, but for people who had nothin', or who were vulnerable? Nah, he couldn't do it. We used to ramp up his bounty, and I'd bring him in then spring him when they went to hang him. Always made a scene and ramped it up time and again."

He sounds like trouble. Might've liked 'em.

[ She hums, propping her cheek in her hand as she traces the rim of her coffee cup with one finger. ]

Mm. I see. So, that whole mess a while back wasn't your first rodeo. Would've been nice to have a heads up before you had me shipped off to prison.

Trouble and a half.

And yeah, if there'd've been time, maybe. But I didn't know if you could sell it, otherwise. Tuco, hell, the line between anger and the act he wore...even I couldn't tell with him, times.

You, I had to improvise on the fly. And somebody had to make it the hard way, like a damn gila monster.

[Said with more fondness than chiding, really.]

I reckon that's fair.

[ Which is as close to an I forgive you, as she'll ever get.

Standing back and looking at the situation as a whole, it still hadn't been a bad plan at all. Because if they had the time to discuss it, there was the very big possibility that Ashe wouldn't have complied anyway, exhausted and worried about her crew as she'd been.

Really, what choice did he have?

Her smile broadens at his last comment, her expression just a touch devious. ]

You didn't really think I'd go easily, did you? Where's the fun in that? You're lucky all I did was punch you for it.

[ She's still not sorry about that. ]

Thought? No. Wished? Maybe. Just lucky you didn't bite.

[He managed a small smile with that, working on finishing his food.]

Well, then, anyways.

[He's not sure he wants to investigate what there is on him other than scratch marks, frankly.]

Anyways.

[ Hah. She does. And did, but he can figure that out later on down the road when he stops to rest for the night.

In the meantime, she just smirks and gets up from the table after she finishes the last bite from her plate. Miss Kitty lifts her head when Ashe gets up, watches her for a second or two and then curls against him again, still purring away. ]

Town south of here, right? I can getcha there fast if you wanna ride.

Right kind of you. Given that my horse is probably back there...

[He finishes up his last few bites, fingertips spreading out to give Miss Kitty the most petting she can get, really.]

Mmhm. And if she weren't, dunno that she could get down here even if she tried. Road's steep and uneven. Need a hover-bike to make it.

[ Which begs the question how they made it back drunk. But maybe she doesn't wanna know.

Miss Kitty lifts her head again when Ashe goes to fill her and two other food bowls. She gets up and stretches, leaning up to nuzzling her head against the underside of his chin before jumping down and hurrying over to eat. Zorro hops down from the cabinet and a scraggly, old grey cat yowls like he's in pain on his way to his bowl.

Ashe grimaces as she puts the food away. ]

I swear I don't beat 'em.

[He smiles, knowing exactly what she means.]

Ah, you gotta think like a cat. If you're louder, there may be more food in it, 'cuz the humans feel guilt, but they don't.

No amount of thinkin' like a cat is gonna explain why he steals and snuggles up with the remote, or my phone. He's a strange ol' man.

[ She turns to head out of the kitchen. ]

Gonna get dressed and then we'll head out.

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