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{~LAST FRIDAY NIGHT MEME~}

HELLO

Hey! Listen! Hey! Wake up! No. Do not drool on my shirt. I have enough bodily fluids on it, thanks. Come on! Wake up! Do no make me get Danny's boots and make you smell them. Or do you want me to bring in Reid and have him recite algebra equations this early in the morning? Whoot, there we go.

Easy there, Indiana Jones, you're covered in glitter and confetti.

How are you? I lost you in the crowd last night, buddy. Hope you enjoyed the party anyways, it was wild. I'm pretty sure Barbie and my DJ were the ones who put those pink flamingos in my pool and, wow, my carpet is never going to be the same aga-- What's that? You don't remember anything from last night?

Well, that's what happens when you do a jello shot contest on a mechanical bull set on high before running off for somewhere. I'm sure we can figure out what happened to you last night. Let me think about this. You dust the glitter off your hair for the mean time.

RULES

1. Leave a comment with your character's name, fandom, and any preferences you have. Remember, this meme has both smut and normal options so clarify if you want only one or both.
2. Use the lovely RNG as provided to choose a scenario your character is in! Choose between 1 to 7.
3. Have fun with this meme and ENJOY.

SCENARIOS

1. There's a stranger(?) in my bed (A WILD FLING APPEARS) -- Whoa! Uhh... Maybe the person sleeping besides you can help you remember what went on last night. Do you even know them? Go check and see if they're alive. I'll be out of the room for this one. Luck!

2. There's a pounding in my head ("Captain America, Thor and Iron Man are tap dancing on my skull.") -- You're hungover. I can tell since you smell like a bloody mini bar. Go get coffee in the kitchen to help with that. Let's hope there's no one will be dumb enough to make a ruckus at this hour. Most likely someone will. Sorry.

3. There's a hickie or a bruise (Hate makeouts are the best... Maybe.) -- I think I remember seeing you last night making out with that rival of yours. Or trying to tear each others' faces off with your mouths. I couldn't tell the difference. Why not go to them and see if they can shed light on what happened? Just don't kill each other in my house, please.

4. We went streaking in the park, skinny dipping in the dark (Naked People Are Funny) -- You got on this bet with Delight, you see, she said you weren't brave enough to go to the park naked and you sure proved her wrong! You only have glitter and confetti on you. Hahahaha... No, I don't know where your clothes are. Excuse me, I gotta put out a fire. Good luck searching for them!

5. Don't know what to tell my boss (You're late! You're late!) -- I don't think last night's events should be your biggest worries. Aren't you supposed to meet up with someone today for work? How about a date? Either way, you're going to be late if you don't get going! I'm sure they'll understand you looking like that if you explain it to them. Maybe.

6. Warrants out for my arrest (OH SHI--) -- Before I forget: There's a cop banging on my door, demanding to see you. Looks like whatever you did, you attracted the cops. I really suggest you run or hide. They didn't look happy.

7. Pictures of last night ended up online/That was such an epic fail (Wildcard!) -- Maybe we can find out on the internet. Someone posted some photos of the party up. We got some streaking, hate makeouts, someone getting chased by cops. See if you're a participant in any of these. Hopefully not all of them.

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[how did this even happen.

Seriously, none of the team is really into partying (it's hard when they're already full-time students/world savers okay), and yet here Akihiko finds himself, face-first in the cushions of the couch, his typically well-groomed hair sticking up in all directions and clothing as wrinkled as if he's slept in it. Which... obviously, he has.

He's got an obnoxious cottony-feeling in his mouth and a rising headache, and lets out a world-hating groan, arms coming up over his head to block out the residual light.

Worst ever.]

[What was even in that drink, to begin with? For that matter, why did they hold such a big party in the first place while Junpei was around? He might've done something while their backs were turned...]

...My head is killing me...

[...Frankly, the migraines were probably the least of their worries.]

[All the 'hows' and 'whys' are probably unsolvable at this point. Especially as miserable as they're waking. He finally shoves himself up gingerly, wincing slightly at Minato's words.

He had been really hoping that no one else was there and he could just... crawl back upstairs and try not to think about how this has ruined his entire training regimen for the day. But no such luck.]

....Yeah. [He agrees with Minato's sentiment, looking up to try and gauge the distance from the couch to the kitchen. Water would definitely help-- but it also involves getting over there.

So miserable. At least they aren't covered in permanent marker, that he can see.] I'm gonna get some water. You want anything?

[Most likely, especially how long they were out in the first place. Minato follows suit, albeit just to make sure his sorry head wasn't on pavement for much longer--he didn't need his headache being made any worse.

At least the party had been innocent enough, judging by the state of things. No sign of Mitsuru, Fuuka, Yukari, or Aigis anywhere (Though why he wondered about the last is anybody's guess).] Water would be great right about now.

(( You rolling or me? ))

((Late, but you roll. 8D; I WANNA SEE HOW BAD A CLUSTERFUCK THIS CAN GET.))

_{[ Okay, so, surprisingly enough (or perhaps not), Jake really couldn't handle alcohol that well. And being Mister Adventurous, he decided to give it a shot last night. Well, several shots. Many shots. He was on top of the world; nothing could get in his way from having a good time.
No, Jake doesn't remember doing all of those movie impersonations on the table last night, nor does he remember taking off his shirt and wrestling individuals who dare mention anything about fisticuffs.

He doesn't remember when his night ended with an all out fist fight and lead him to passing out. He obviously doesn't remember being put in the guest room to rest by who ever was gracious enough to tuck him in.

All he knows now is he has a splitting headache, and he groans, tucking his head under the pillow and not observing his surroundings at all. ]}

[So even whilst witnessing Jake gradually drink himself into an obnoxious state, Dirk had knocked back a fair number of shots himself. After dragging Jake out of a few fights and getting him to the guest with some assistance, he had just collapsed at the bottom of the bed.]

[Despite the vague hangover, he's still up and about after only a few hours, before everyone else. Ignoring the dull throb in the back of his skull, he fills a glass of water before going to check on Jake, presuming he would be in a much worse state.]

[He lets himself back into the guest room, giving Jake an unsympathetic prod.]

Feeling delicate?

_{[ Feeling delicate, yeah, sure. It was like any other day where he would recklessly fall out of a tree and hit his head. That's what it felt like at first. He could do this.
Slowly pulling the pillow off of his head, he watched Dirk, then swatted at the hand that was poking him. ]}

Never! Hah, I could go again if I had the ch--

_{[ Oh, ow. He's cut short as a splitting pain surges through his nerves, and he reluctantly puts the pillow back over his head.
Muffled, he speaks, but we can still understand him. ]}

Consarn it all, Strider. Had I known hang overs made you feel like you were hit by a 16 wheeler, I would not have taken a drop!

_{[ .. ]}

Am I supposed to throw up and chuck my cookies next as demonstrated in most cinemaflicks?

[No smut.]

Edited 2013-02-10 18:14 (UTC)

[ Open to all prompts! ]

[Nero knew he was going to have a hangover when he woke up. He couldn't even remember how much he drank last night. The only thing he knew was that after his third drink, everything seemed to become a blur.

And now he was waking up in his apartment, in his bed, completely devoid of any clothing. He groaned to himself as he shifted in the bed to lay upon his back. His head was killing him right now. So much so that he didn't notice he wasn't alone in bed.]

[ A light snore interrups any peaceful thoughts Nero might have been having. There's a little blonde lump the turns around to face him after a moment. One eye opens slowly. ]

Morning.

[Nero paused for a second before looking over to the talking little lump.]

..Who the fuck are you?

[ She ignores the question and stands up out of the bed and looks for any of her clothes. But she's too drunk to find any. ]

Wow holy shit I have a headache. I want to take a shower.

[The clothes were probably in the hallway..or living room..or outside. Really just depends on how drunk they were and when they decided to get undressed.]

That's not an answer to my damn question. [But he was quickly becoming uncaring about getting an answer. His head was pounding.]

Anarchy Panty. We fucked last night

[ Shes great at introducing herself I swear. ]

Nero. And second part was obvious. [He sits on the edge of the bed and places his feet upon the floor.]

Must've been wasted on some strong shit to leave me feeling like this.

You get used to it after a while.

[ She says that like its a normal thi- oh wait. ]

Some basic info.

[Any option works. Prose preferred.]

[1 through 3 preferred~]

[no one belongs here more than him. also lol modern au version might be applicable for some of these. or time traveler au version. because that's clearly a thing.]

[Someone got shitfaced and fell asleep on your couch. That's cool, right Grantaire? At least she's pretty. And can cook. Which she's trying to do with her face leaning as far away from the pan of thick cut bacon and cheesy scrambled eggs that she has going. There's already coffee and she made sure to brew it strong.]

...nnngh. [That's the most she's going to say until the bad scents go away. Anything else might result in bad.]

[Grantaire has been draped unconsciously over the toilet since some difficult to place point of the previous night. Something between the smell of cooking food and the pounding of his headache pulls him inexorably towards consciousness, and before he's even fully there, he's groping for the bottle he dropped last night.

It's mostly spilled now, and the remaining liquid a weird, murky brown that comes from mixing spirits. Still he takes a swig to settle his stomach, and lurches out towards the smell of cooking food all the same.

He is... not entirely surprised to find that someone ended up sleeping on his couch last night, but certainly somewhat surprised to find them awake and stable enough to trust themselves near fire so shortly afterwards. He holds out the bottle to her blearily, in offering.]

For your head, Mademoiselle.

[Cassel was trained to have what was almost a sixth sense for cops. There was something about the way they drove or something, the clanking from that obnoxious sense of justice that they must have stapled under the carriage of the car, something.]

[Either way he woke up when a police car ground to a halt outside the motel room, opened his eyes and stared up at the water-stained ceiling from the floor. Then he cast his eyes sideways at Grantaire. God. Fuck that guy.]

What the hell did you do?

Quick tongued, you are. So quick to accuse...

[Grantaire doesn't even emerge from under his ratty motel room blanket, he just gestures with his one outstretched hand.]

...If you've no memory of my misdeeds then I don't know how I could be expected to fare any better.

[Grantaire, you dick. Grantaire, you smell. Cassel leans over and rips the blanket off him. Take that!]

Try harder. There are cops outside and I'm more than happy to throw you outside.

You are an optimist, to be so sure they come for me.

[Grantaire groans and plants his hands over his face, trying to block out the light.]

Go inquire after their intent yourself if your need to know is so severe...

Yeah, I don't think so. I'm careful to remember the shit I do.

[Fool me once, et cetera. Peeking through the curtains . . . ]

Oh, look, here they come. Fantastic.

Go back to bed. They're probably not even here for us.

[Grantaire's gathering his blanket back off the floor and pulling it back over himself as the police creep ever closer. He's putting his faith in the sleep of the ~~just~~ drunk to get him through this.]

[Phillip does not know this man; Phillip does not understand the internet; Phillip doesn't quite remember last night. But what Phillip does know?

That those are pictures of him and this man on some sort of colorful glowing screen. And he does not like what he sees one bit.]

[It's a sobering sight, the illuminated evidence of his terrible misdeeds. Grantaire had thought that there was little more he could have done to estrange himself from the dignified and the good, and this...

...well, it didn't set an entirely new standard for his dreadful ways, but it certainly was the first time that the standard had been so gloriously preserved. The images of he and the american, trysting drunkenly away, at constant risk of discovery...

Grantaire reached forward, and tapped the computer with his knuckles.]

There's nothing for it. We must destroy this thing.

[It was the only way.]

Edited 2013-02-11 03:30 (UTC)

When....when did we...?

[Phillip, meanwhile, was in more of a state of shock than anything else. How had he come to this? He thought vainly of protesting to the other man, of insisting he tell him how he'd done this or why he had forced him into such a compromising scene, but it was evident enough that at the time, the pianist had been enjoying himself.

His eyes shot downward. No, this was beyond horrible. He was vaguely aware of the other's insistence that it be destroyed and he could only mumble a faint agreement.]

[Grantaire taps the screen again, then frowns, the thing feels like glass, but it's thick, and is it glass right through, or but a frame behind which many such images lie? One way or another, it must be broken.]

If I held memory in high esteem then I'd live temperate. [He glances at Phillip, frowns, and quickly returns to inspecting the computer. Not even his type.] As it happens though, It seems the course I've chosen's not to know.

[Phillip shoots Grantaire a confused look.]

What?

[He has no idea what the other man is talking about, much less saying. Hadn't he said he was going to do something about that dreadful image? Why hadn't he?]

Why haven't you gotten rid of it?!

[He's getting rid of it Phillip! Gosh so rude!

He's just... not entirely sure how. After a moment more of contemplation, he sweeps out a hand to slap the whole computer onto the floor, with a loud clatter.

The plug doesn't come out though. The evidence keeps on shining through...]

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[She remembered it. At least, 'Ponine was pretty sure she remembered it. There was... a lot of alcohol. Alcohol and Marius, and then he'd disappeared and she couldn't find him and then there was that boy with the fluffy hair that knew him and then everything was wet. Groaning, she turned over, remembering vaguely that oh, she's on a couch, and... everything smells like whiskey and... She raises her head and groans. The boy with the hair was still here. And... why was her neck sore? And he-- that had to be a bruise, right? Carefully, she leaned up, gently reaching out to touch the mysterious spot without waking him up.]

[Grantaire on the other hand, did not remember it. He remembered, vaguely, that at some point, that Enjolras had been there. That he had been talking loudly and passionately about the LRU law, and the protests and rioting that had followed. At some point though, Grantaire must have become too drunk to listen anymore. He had passed into the dark void where his actions had become a mystery, and now...

Through the throbbing of pain inside his head, he felt the cool hand of someone's hand on his neck. He winced, and opened his eyes.]

Ah-- Hi.

[Girl. Girl... who sometimes hung around the student union maybe?

...Girl covered in hickies. Gosh where could they have come from?]

[The two on the couch were still a tangle of limbs, and, the more awake she got, the more Eponine realized that, oh, hey, she'd fallen asleep with her head on his chest. It seemed to be the only reasonable way to sleep on this damn couch.

The second the boy winces, she drew her hand back.] Hi. Didn't mean to wake you.

[There was a bluish mark on his lips. Either he got punched, or, given the amount of hickies on him, she doubted that was the case.]

Y'should put ice on that. [She nodded towards the bruising. Probably too late now to get the swelling to go down.]

[Males only for anything smut related.]

[Down for 1 with the High King himself?]

[Judith doesn't flinch when she feels the presence of someone in her bed with her... actually, after a moment of finally assessing the situation before she fully woke, she's sure this isn't even her bed. Feeling off to the side of her bed, she found her spear, but made no motion to pick it up. Just the comfort that it's there in case she needed it. For now, she'll prop herself up on her elbow staring at the man before her. Well, she can't complain about the night prior if he's this good looking. Shame she doesn't remember -- just the fact that she's wearing nothing gives a pretty good hint as to what happened.]

[That's not going to be enough to wake him from his deep sleep. For him to be so lost in his own dreams meant alcohol was involved, but only those who know Sinbad would know that. His snoring could have been more obnoxious, at least, but it was going to take more than a stare to wake him up.]

Edited 2013-02-11 17:19 (UTC)

[Well, it's clear to Judith that he's out. Scooting closer, she presses herself against him, hoping her soft flesh of her chest against his arm would help to arouse him. If that doesn't work, then she will have no choice but to startle him awake. She thought that this would be the more friendly way to wake him up.]

[Her actions weren't too far off from what he was dreaming of, actually, and he was quick to wake up to quite the sight. He could dig the purple hair - and that body - but he couldn't remember her. Was last night that crazy? It didn't matter now, though. Looking at her, there was absolutely no reason to complain, but every reason to smile while he was still kind of groggy. And even then, he was as majestic as the King of Sindria should always be. He was about as wasted as well, so much so that he dozed off once more, this time cuddling her tightly as he started snoring.]

[Hmm? Well, she certainly thought she had him that time. At least he didn't look disappointed -- he might get a punch in the face if that were the case. Instead, she'll topple them over so she's on top of him, maybe the weight will help him wake up once and for all. Shame that such a beautiful sight as herself was something to fall asleep on, but she'll blame the alcohol. Still, she can only be so forgiving.]

Are we awake yet?

[Yes, that was finally enough. He woke again, no longer distracted by the tempting lull of sleep. There wasn't a better angle to wake up to, actually.]

We are now, I suppose. But not really.

[He crossed his arms behind his head, unashamedly ogling the woman on top of him.]

There are better ways to 'wake me up', if you know what I mean.

[This particular regeneration doesn't hold his liquor very well.]

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Stiles Stilinsk | Teen Wolf

Arisato Minato || Persona 3 || OTA

2? 7? I'm cool with whatever if you are, orz.

2. 8|;;;;;

o/ heck yeah

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dirk strider | homestuck.

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Seta Souji || Persona 4 || OTA (ESPECIALLY 4 AND 6)

Brigid Finn | Teen Wolf OC | OTA

Kili | The Hobbit

Vex | Lost Girl | ota

Chris Argent | Teen Wolf | ota

Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf

Anarchy Panty ♥ Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt ♥ OTA

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oswin oswald • doctor who

John Watson | BBC Sherlock AU - University | OTA

Booga | Tank Girl | OTA

Philip J. Fry ➝ Futurama

Dave Strider | Homestuck

Feda Gandamak | OC

Blaine Anderson | Glee

Q | James Bond/Matthew Swift | OTA

Kamui || X || M/M

Badou Nails | Dogs: Bullets & Carnage | OTA

Grantaire | Les Miserables (canon mashup edition) | OTA

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NOT THE SAME CHARACTER, ANNE

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3, modern AU probably makes the most sense?

I wasn't sure if she was touching her own sore neck, or his, I went with his to wake him up!

Peachy!

Roxy Lalonde | Homestuck

Geir Úlfhrafn | Scion OC

Judith | Tales of Vesperia

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The Doctor | Doctor Who | Open