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Post by Script on Oct 24, 2011 13:16:46 GMT -5
She pointed at the door. "There." When he went in and closed the door, she let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. What the hell was she thinking, bringing him back here?? She shook a hand through her hair, kicking off her shoes and quickly changing into a pair of yoga pants and a thirt that actually fit her.
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Post by Skittery on Oct 24, 2011 13:19:19 GMT -5
After getting his business done, Michael threw some water on his face, for good measure. He was still pretty drunk, but he had most of his wits about him. He thought.
When he rejoined Maggie in her room, he stood in the doorway of the bathroom, studying her. "Ya look diff'rent..."
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Post by Script on Oct 24, 2011 13:24:17 GMT -5
She arched a brow at him, sitting on her bed. "I changed, Mike. Maybe you should lie down. And finish your water."
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Post by Skittery on Oct 24, 2011 13:25:41 GMT -5
Michael just nodded, trying his hardest to suppress a smirk. He made his way over to her bed, wrapping an arm around her waist before she could move.
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Post by Script on Oct 24, 2011 13:33:01 GMT -5
Maggie turned to look at him, her brow moving further up her forehead. "Mike, you're drunk," she reminded him.
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Post by Skittery on Oct 24, 2011 13:34:40 GMT -5
He mumbled something not even he understood as he laid down, pulling her with him.
"If I try anything, just slap me. I won't mind."
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Post by Script on Oct 24, 2011 13:36:23 GMT -5
She sighed heavily, but laid beside him, her head on his chest, near his shoulder. "I'm not gonna slap, you, Mike."
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Post by Skittery on Oct 24, 2011 13:39:50 GMT -5
"Thass good..." he muttered, his eyes already closed. He nuzzled his cheek against her hair, then fell almost immediately asleep.
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Post by Script on Oct 24, 2011 13:45:36 GMT -5
Maggie rolled her eyes. "Of course." She laid with him another minute, then crawled out his grasp, getting off the bed. She flopped into her butterfly chair, turning on the TV, keeping the volume low. She was in the middle of a Law and Order rerun when she fell asleep, curled up in her chair.
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Post by Skittery on Oct 24, 2011 13:50:51 GMT -5
The sun streaming in through Maggie's window was what woke Michael up the next morning. But he immediately regretted opening his eyes, as his head was pounding and his stomach was churning and grumbling. He let out a low groan, turning over slowly.
Where the fuck am I?
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Post by Script on Oct 24, 2011 13:52:52 GMT -5
Maggie was still asleep, curled into her chair, snuggled into her bright pink fleece blanket.
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Post by Skittery on Oct 24, 2011 13:58:08 GMT -5
He sat up with great difficulty, holding his head to try and stop the pounding. He gazed around the room, stopping when his eyes fell upon a sleeping girl in a chair. Without even thinking, the name 'Maggie' popped into his head. ...Well, he might as well try.
"Maggie?" he croaked, scratching the back of his neck.
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Post by Script on Oct 24, 2011 14:01:54 GMT -5
Maggie let out a little purr, hearing someone say her name. She stretch a bit in place, waking up slowly, blinking open her eyes. It took her a second to register who she was looking at. She sat up, pushing hair out of her eyes. "You're awake."
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Post by Skittery on Oct 24, 2011 14:05:40 GMT -5
"Uh...yeah," he replied awkwardly, only glancing at her. He vaguely remembered coming home with someone; apparently it had been her. He wondered if...but, no, she wouldn't have been sleeping in the chair.
"You shouldn't have let me take the bed..." he started, his voice trailing.
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Post by Script on Oct 24, 2011 14:08:13 GMT -5
She shrugged, getting up out of the chair, stretching. "You fell asleep. It's not like I could have moved you."
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