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The Morning After Meme
MORNING AFTER MEME

Last
night was pretty wild, or maybe it wasn't. You have just woken up, but
you are not alone. Perhaps it is a stranger lying next to you, perhaps
it's someone you know. It might be your significant other, or a one
night stand. The fact remains that you are in bed together, naked and
something happened.

Last
night was pretty wild, or maybe it wasn't. You have just woken up, but
you are not alone. Perhaps it is a stranger lying next to you, perhaps
it's someone you know. It might be your significant other, or a one
night stand. The fact remains that you are in bed together, naked and
something happened.
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Which is why she stirs when she's pulled close to something warm and only mildly familiar. Her eyes open slowly and blearily try to focus beyond the pounding in her head-- but she doesn't recognize the bed she's in, or the wall, or the nightstand, or anything in this... dorm room? She most definitely does not recognize the arm around her. And she is most definitely naked.
The only logical response to all of this is opening her mouth to scream but producing a cross between a high-pitched squeak and a weird hissing sound.
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"Good morning to you too." Dean moves away from her, giving her her space, and props his head up with one hand. "You don't remember last night, do you?"
Mainly Dean hopes she doesn't think he took advantage of her. She barely had anything, and yeah, she was pretty drunk, but Dean didn't realize she was that drunk.
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She pulls the blanket with her as she sits up, facing away from him so she doesn't have to see ... it. Just act normal, Annie! You can do this! "Ha... haha, what do you mean? Of course I remember... uuuhummmmyyyyoooou? YOU! uh-- ... silly goose." Yes. Good. Nice recovery. If only she could do something about the nervous laughter.
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"Dean," he supplies helpfully, and he's not sure if he should laugh with her or at her. At her would be mean.
"And you don't remember a thing." He laughs softly and leans his head back against the wall. Mainly he's amused because Sam always teases Dean about being the one to forget. He turns his head back toward her, smile a little softer now.
"It's okay. I'm not offended. You had a good time if it makes you feel any better."
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Finding Jeff.
Watching Jeff flirt with someone else.
Glaring at Jeff.
And then meeting... Dean. Right. Oh. Oh. Oh no. They didn't-- did they really? REALLY? She peeks at him over her shoulder, curious and a little irritated at how he just assumes she had-- oh. Oh.
She's quiet a moment, waiting for her face to stop feeling so warm, but then she remembers how to form sentences. "Did... you have a good time?"
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"I sure did." He doesn't sound creepy or gross when he says it, and he's kind of proud of that. He picks his head up from the wall and gently touches her shoulder, and he's trying not to eye how nice her back looks but -- whatever, she's just nice to look at. He can be a gentleman about it, though.
"Hey. Are you okay?"
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Other than the fact that she's had sex less than five times in her entire life and it maybe would have been nice to remember it. The hand on her shoulder is unexpectedly tender. She turns around to face him, still clinging to the covers for dear life but no longer craning her neck to shyly look at him.
"Um... I'm not... exactly fine. I mean, I'm not not okay with this. I just ... I-- ... I don't do this very often. Or ever, actually. I'm sorry. My last boyfriend and I only ever made out." Wow. Okay, this is way more embarrassing out loud.
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"You're not saying you were a virgin, are you? I didn't just..." Which would be fine if she could remember it and this wasn't a drunk hookup for Dean. Like, you don't just take someone's virginity after you take them home drunk from some stupid theme party at your community college.
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"You're fine. It's okay." She tucks some hair behind her ear, actually starting to realise why her drunk self would have done something like this. "Maybe we should start over? Hi. I'm Annie. It's very nice to meet you... again." She holds out a hand for him to shake, the other hand still covering up her important parts with the blanket.
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"I'm still Dean. We have mythology together, but I sit in the back." So she wouldn't have a reason to know him, since she's glued to her friends, and he has a reason to be acquainted with the back of her head.
"And you're a very enthusiastic dancer when you're drunk," he adds, his grin moving from just plain kind all the way up to charming. "Or maybe you were saving that up for me."