Woke Up Married

[khaldrogos]

WOKE UP MARRIED

You wake up somewhere...strange. You don't remember the previous night. In fact, you may not recognize what's going on at all.

Also, you're sharing the bed with someone else. You may not recognize them. You probably don't. They may not be your preferred gender or species. It doesn't matter, because you have matching rings on your fingers - or whatever you have that approximates a finger - that can mean only one thing.

You got married!
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You're now married. Congrats? Or here's a map to the courthouse, if you wanna get that annulled. Expect you'll have to untangle yourself from your spouse and figure out what the hell just happened.

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[federates]

[ with all the affection of drywall, indeed... and, yet, barton can believe it. he looks like he might laugh a moment, in some sardonic way, but suppresses that for now. ]

... Same. [ as to whether he agrees with her, or whether he thinks similarly of himself, he doesn't clarify. ] But, hey, maybe you'll meet the right person eventually.

[ he props a hand to his hip, tipping his head at her pointedly. ]

So? How do we gotta go about this?

[ help, ms... mrs., smarty pants ]

[recluserose]

Well, firstly, if it's the paperwork we can find it at the Enma offices.

[Amelia stands up, smoothing out her skirt with one and putting the empty coffee mug in the sink for someone else to clean up later.]

So let's just go there and shakedown whatever administrator is in charge of processing those documents.

[Say what you want about Amelia, sometimes she just gets down to business.]

[federates]

... Think I got an idea of that, yeah.

[ if it's the enma offices, considering its mountains of paperwork and bureaucratic tendencies, he should be familiar with that. and not just because the department's style is vaguely reminiscent of illumina. ]

[ he watches her dump the mug in the sink. and then he's making a beeline for the coffee maker himself. ]

Hold up. I gotta get myself a cup of coffee, too!

[recluserose]

[A brow is raised but she leans against the wall, waiting and letting him get his coffee.]

Do you still have hangover remnants? We really overdid it, didn't we?

[federates]

[ sssssst goes the coffee machine. barton, thankfully, had the forethought to have it stream into a styrofoam cup. the second it's complete, he's yanking it toward him, looking at her sharply. ]

I feel like shit.

[ so. passing the fridge, he just about opens it, but instead-- ]

[ --! ]

We gotta grab breakfast on the way, too!

[recluserose]

[Patience Amelia... Patience... She sighs but shrugs.]

Well, considering how long processing might take, we might as well take our time.

[Instead of a partner (drunkenly) married to her, Amelia feels like she's spending time with a tall and overly excitable scarred dog.]

Finish up the coffee and we'll find someplace to eat. My treat.

[federates]

Really?

[ yosh... he's a little surprise to hear that, but not unpleasantly so. barton blows on his coffee, probably not enough before he takes a gulp. fresh black coffee is hot, damn. he'll have to take his cup to finish it on the way... in the meanwhile, he pats himself down, looking around for his car and house keys quickly (having not the faintest idea as to where drunk barton would've put those).

thankfully, they're on the floor. he stoops to nab those up. ]

Thanks! Let's go.

[recluserose]

Really.

[She'll open the door and close it behind them when they're both out of the room. As they make their way down, Amelia remarks:]

I know that my argumentative side gets drawn out too easily when it comes to you but I don't dislike you enough to not treat you to breakfast. Not even after a drunken evening ending in marriage and consequent divorce.

[federates]

... You sure got a weird standard for that.

[ maybe he's beginning to become accustomed to amelia confusing him from time to time, intentionally or not. once they're at the parking lot, he's unlocking the car and hopping into the driver's seat. after taking another gulp of it, he's setting the coffee into a cup holder. time to find a breakfast joint. ]

[ with a raise of his brows, giving her a sidelong look, ]

Usually, I'd treat someone I actually liked to a meal.

[recluserose]

You wouldn't be the first person to tell me that I have weird standards.

[Amelia would say she just scales them as needed.

She takes the front passenger seat and replies to him while clicking the seatbelt in place. With Barton's last remark, a complicated expression rests on her face before she asks him:]

... Do you even like me?

[federates]

[ he revs the car to life, almost thinks he doesn't hear her correctly what she asks in lieu of the engine. but alas, he does, and the question warrants him turning his head to look at her with directness. judging by his expression, he's actually! thinking! on how he does feel. so after a moment, carefully, ]

You're kinda a pain in the ass...

[ (is someone still salty he doesn't get to do battle with her? more likely than you think!) ]

[ hm. having come to a firmer conclusion now, he turns his attention back to driving to back out of their spot. ]

But — yeah. I like you just fine!

[recluserose]

[Green eyes blink in surprise at the straightforward response. Well, Barton was always like that, to begin with.]

Right back at you — regarding both statements, of course.

[He is a pain in the ass and she doesn't have to repeat the second statement.

Amelia opens one of the windows so that she can rest her arm on the side and enjoy what mild breeze there is through her hair.]

Next time though, let's not do a drinking contest. As you can tell, my decision-making skills are extremely hindered after going past my limit.

[federates]

[ they are rapidly encroaching on hell's equivalent of a denny's. barton cranks up the radio. not terribly loud, but it is heavy metal - something reminiscent of what their chief of transport likes to blast over illumina's sound system. oh, nostalgia. ]


[ this does nothing to alleviate headache, though, so he's turning that back down another notch or two. ]

Aah, who knew you had such a wild side to you?

[ his grin is thoroughly amused. ]

[recluserose]

[Truly, the fistfight Amelia started with another patron was a sight to behold. There was even a chair thrown their way!

Barton's compliment(?) and the heavy metal makes her nose wrinkle.]

You're not going to be seeing that side again, at least not anytime soon.

[federates]

[ he chances a glance at her (he can drive safely in the city when he wants to, okay), looking alarmed. ]

Why not??

[ he sounds disproportionately disappointed. gee, wonder why amelia would EVER say something like that, considering their wild night out on the town complete with a flying chair he can only just barely recall. among other things. ]

[recluserose]

Well...



I'm trying to be a more suitable adult.

[She could use the excuse that she doesn't want to set a bad example to her high school students, but they aren't even here! So Amelia will go with this instead.]

[federates]

Huh?

[ adjusting his hands on the wheel, amelia gets another curt glance. and while he could, again, speculate...: ]

No, really. What's that supposed to mean?

[recluserose]

I mean, we did just drunkenly get married so getting drunk together a second time is just foolish.

Next thing you'll know, we'll be signing a lease together.