The Morning After Meme

[shocksock]

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!

Comments

[deadlock_diva]

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.

[man_with_no_name]

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.]

[deadlock_diva]

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.

[man_with_no_name]

[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.

[deadlock_diva]

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.

[man_with_no_name]

[He stood up, too, stretching his back.]

Way I figure it, they do that stuff to throw us off the trail.

[But he nods and follows along. He'll need his poncho, at the very least.]

i'd really love it if work would just... relax. >:\ take a friggin xanax

[deadlock_diva]

[ The poncho is very important. Even if it's tacky as hell but she likes it anyway. She heads back upstairs, and lo and behold, there the thing is, halfway under the bed.

She chooses to ignore the slight disarray her room is in and just heads straight to her closet, disappearing inside. ]

Where're you headed after you take care of Sanchez?

It'd be nice. But I'm just glad to get a tag or two :)

[man_with_no_name]

[It is. It's been with him a long time. Been repaired more times than he can think of. He picks it up off the floor, donning it with practiced ease.]

No idea.

[Which was true. These days, he went where the wind carried him.]

Dropping him off in North Texas. After that...who knows.

[deadlock_diva]

[ She hums in acknowledgement to his response, remaining in the closet for a couple of minutes and then stepping out in a pair of faded jeans, some riding boots and a dark red and white plaid button up, a leather jacket slung over one arm. ]

Just a wanderer, aintcha?

[ She looks a little more contemplative as she steps over beside her bed to grab her rifle from where she leaned it against the wall. She puts on her jacket and slings her rifle across her back, stepping over to the door as she looks at him. ]

Wherever you decide to head next, keep an eye out for folks dressed in black n' red armor. You may be hard to find, but you're... interesting enough that they might look.

[man_with_no_name]

Everythin' that might've tied me down is dust long since.

[He nods at the last, giving his own equipment a once-over check.]

Thanks for the tip. And interestin', huh?

[deadlock_diva]

Uh-huh. It's the nicest word I could think of.

[ With that, she heads back down the stairs, straightening the front of her jacket along the way. Curious how minor her hangover is considering she'd apparently been blackout drunk. Small favors, she supposes. ]

Let's go. Best not keep your man waitin'.

[man_with_no_name]

Well, guess I oughta be thankful you didn't go with 'low down sonuvabitch.'

[He follows her down, watching carefully for cats. Because just in case.]

Yeah, better get goin.' Thank you for the breakfast. Given how the day started, I'm lucky I got bacon rather than lead.

[deadlock_diva]

[ Chuckle. ]

You would've if I'd disliked you just a little more.

[ Having finished his breakfast, Zorro is perched back on top of the cabinets, one of his back legs hanging over the edge as he watches them pass, Festus is on the couch in the living room, sitting on the holovision remote, and Miss Kitty runs over to his side, rubbing against his leg as soon as he gets downstairs. Leaving so soon, new best friend?

Ashe glances back when she hears her cat mewing at him. ]

Tsk... She'll be lookin' around for you for days. Never seen such a social cat in all my life.

[man_with_no_name]

[He chuckled, reaching down to give her one last scratch.]

Well, glad someone around here's gonna miss me. But I think I'll still say good things bout'ca based on havin' such nice cats.

[deadlock_diva]

You'd be the first.

[ She steps outside to where he bike is parked just a little too close to the steps leading up to the porch. How they got here, safely and without crashing at all will forever make her wonder. She pulls her key out of her pocket and goes to start it up before carefully pushing it back and away from the steps.

As it runs, she straddles the seat, checking everything over and adjusting the mirrors. Everything... looks okay. Thank god for the increased safety with hover vehicles? With a hum, she turns and pulls a bandanna from one of her saddlebags. ]

Alright. C'mere, Tex.

[man_with_no_name]

Well, s'always nice bein' first.

[He steps out into the sunlight, taking a moment to look up at the sky, gauge the sort of day it's going to be. Out here for as long as he's been, it comes with the terrain. But that is one hell of a question. And makes him wonder if the liquor had, in the end, been before or after things had...happened.]

[But then where had all the bottles gone?]

Ok, then.

[It's probably the first time she's seen him discomfited. He's not a fan of this new technology. Horses he gets. Trains, even, because they stay on the damn rails. But hovering over the ground, going every which way? That's just unnatural.]

[deadlock_diva]

[ Ashe isn't just bound and determined to find out, though it will bother her for a while. It happened, everything is... relatively fine. Nothing left to do but move on.

She folds the bandanna over on itself and motions for him to turn around. ]

Gonna have to wear this 'til we reach the gate. Can't letcha see how we got here.

[ Because that won't make him even more uncomfortable. ]

[man_with_no_name]

[He arched an eyebrow at her.]

Oh you gotta be kidding me.

[But he complies, turning around. After everything, he can trust her that far, at least.]

Ain't been blindfolded in a whole damn century.

[deadlock_diva]

Sounds like you're overdue, then.

[ She plucks the hat from his head, resting it against the dash of her bike and then fastens the bandanna over his eyes and around his head. She tugs it maybe just a little tighter than necessary. When she's done, she plops the hat back on his head, and tugs him by the arm back toward the seat of the bike, placing his hand on her shoulder to give him some support so that he can climb on. ]

Won't take us long to reach the gate, anyhow.

[man_with_no_name]

[With a slight amount of grumbling, he settles in behind her. Hands go on her shoulders as he does his level best to make himself comfortable.]

[It really isn't taking. Thing doesn't have a feel.]

[deadlock_diva]

[ Ashe just smirks at the sound of his grumbling, which is barely audible anyway over the sound of the bike's engine. She takes ahold of his hands and tugs his arms around her waist. ]

C'mon. You clearly weren't shy last night. You're gonna have to hold on tight unless you wanna take a dirt nap.

[ Releasing his wrists, she revs the engine. ]

Ready?

[man_with_no_name]

[Well, fine, there's some compensations for this. He squeezes up against her, chin almost resting on her shoulder.]

'Bout as ready as I'm gonna be.

[deadlock_diva]

[ Good. No chance in dumping the cowboy over the edge of the canyon once they get up higher. She revs the engine one more time before peeling away from the house and speeding off. The hover bikes especially ride very smoothly over the otherwise rocky landscape.

With as fast as Ashe drives and whips around corners, it's only about twenty minutes before they reach the aforementioned gate. She presses her hand against a metal panel and then a click can be heard before there's some shifting of rock and metal. She drives forward, waiting for the gate to close behind them before she turns a glance back at him. ]

You can take it off, now.

[man_with_no_name]

[It isn't as bad as he thought it was, but it still leaves him...uneasy. No sense of the Earth beneath him, no feel at all. Well, except her bein' close - which isn't at all objectionable. Adequate compensation, certainly.]

[He slips off the blindfold, looking around and squinting in the sudden sunlight.]

Surprised you didn't turn me 'round three times and double back, some.

[She must really not want him turning back up. Well, he can't rightly blame her, under the circumstances.]

[deadlock_diva]

[ That's the problem. She might not mind him turning back up, but in case he gets a wild hair that she should be in prison, she'd rather the police not turn up, either. This way, it solves both problems: Complicated feelings and personal safety. ]

Could've. But I'd rather you didn't lose your breakfast.

[ She sits up and rolls her shoulders before placing her hands back on the handlebars. ]

It's about an hour ride. Maybe half that if you're in a hurry.