→ morning after

[optipesimism]

the morning after

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→ 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.

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① BREAKFAST IN BED: YOUR PARTNER'S 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 THEM 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, AND CAN 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 asjldkjl?
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 FAVOURITE, OR MAKE UP YOUR OWN!

Comments

[bratwurstcalling]

Don't know what I'd do with a stripped once she got here. My friend John once ordered a stripper and when she got there he made her play video games with him.

[He brings his hand back over to himself as he speaks, taking another whiff curiously. His face looks even more disgusted.]

Don't know, how's your ass feel?

[gentlenodes]

[ She rolls her eyes a bit. ] Bet that was your wet dream come true.

[ Watching him sniff his fingers with almost as much disgust as he has reacting to whatever the smell on them is.

Also why... ]

It's...Fine... Why? How's yours? Did I ram it too hard with my big, hairy strap-on?

[bratwurstcalling]

He called me over to fix his computer and she was already there. But sure.

[He shifts slightly at her last question. Unsure of an answer. When he was honest with himself, everything hurt, which meant his asshole was not excluded.]

You might have. If I have trouble walking later, I'll let you know.

[He turns his head to face her, expression and voice completely deadpan.]

You know, I've never felt closer to you.

[gentlenodes]

[ The same could probably be said for her in all honesty. ]

Right, cool.

[ Cigarette rolled and she's moving to lie on her front instead, as she lights the thing and returns Dave's deadpan look with a raised eyebrow. ]

Yeah. Nothing says fucking romance like a hangover and a sore arse hole.

[bratwurstcalling]

[He scoffs at that, head falling back against the headboard. Ow.]

What did you expect, flowers are overrated. They just die, anyway.

[He'd be laughing at what he just said if he didn't feel dead inside at the current moment. He slumps back down so that his head is resting on the pillows again, contemplating rolling over and smothering himself on them.]

Now you have a story to tell the grandkids.

[gentlenodes]

[ Smooth, Dave, smooth. Of course she barely reacts because it's him and this kind of thing is to be expected. She shrugs. ]

Never had flowers. A bloke in Dagenham that I was shagging gave me a push dagger once. I quite liked that.

[ She snorts, pausing to tap her cigarette ash into an empty glass by the bed. ]

Haha, yeah. Me and my own brood of teeny tiny smack heads. Don't think so, mate.

[bratwurstcalling]

[Dave goes with the whole flopping over and smothering himself thing. He speaks into the pillow, his voice muffled.]

I have a whole shed of weird weapons... you're welcome to peruse them if that's what you're into. You just can't have the weird possessed ones.

[He groans only for a moment before lifting his head up for air. So much for that. Pussy.]

Probably for the best.

[gentlenodes]

[ Another snort at that. ]

Oh you do fucking spoil me. I'll check it out later maybe, when my head doesn't feel like a fucking coconut being split in half.

[ A pause, while she eyes his half-arsed attempt at smothering himself with his pillow. ]

...No need to look quite so like you're about to top yourself any minute now y'know.

[ Offers him the cigarette, because obviously that will help. ]

[bratwurstcalling]

[Spoil her? Yeah right, the thing's just getting too cluttered. John brings home every rusted machete he finds on the side of the road. He thinks there's some C4 in there that was stolen out of a military transport vehicle, too.]

Really? Because passing out and dreaming I'm floating away into black nothingness seems a lot better than dealing with a hangover right now.

[He turns, accepting the cigarette graciously and taking a long drag.]