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Post by Skittery on Nov 7, 2011 21:31:26 GMT -5
"Well, I am," he said, eyes already closed and voice distant. "And I'm gonna take a nap because I do what I want, when I want."
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Post by Script on Nov 7, 2011 21:33:07 GMT -5
She pouted, feeling neglected. "You're not gonna kiss me first?" Isn't that what boys did when they got drunk with desperate girls?
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Post by Skittery on Nov 7, 2011 21:37:37 GMT -5
He shook his head, turning away from her and starting to drift off.
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Post by Script on Nov 7, 2011 21:40:42 GMT -5
She stared at him, knowing she felt insulted, even in her drunk haze. She sighed, moving away from him, curling up on the couch. It figures. No man would ever want her again.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 7, 2011 21:43:19 GMT -5
When Skittery next opened his eyes, he immediately regretted it. He closed them again, clapping his hand over his forehead. "Oh, God..." he muttered, trying not to move.
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Post by Script on Nov 7, 2011 21:47:45 GMT -5
In the couple of hours they'd been asleep, Script had shifted on the couch, her head ending up on his lap, nose pressed against his belly where he had fallen asleep, sitting up. She moved against his lap, letting out a little purr, still mostly asleep.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 7, 2011 21:50:15 GMT -5
"Oh, shit!" he cried, though his voice was barely above a whisper. "What the..." he looked down at the girl, her identity coming back to him after a few seconds. His new lone wolf friend. "Uh...Script?"
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Post by Script on Nov 7, 2011 21:53:35 GMT -5
She snuggled against his lap, eyes opening slowly as she blinked up at him. "Oh...hi..." She blushed, sitting up, hand pushing back her hair.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 7, 2011 21:55:32 GMT -5
"Are you feeling what I'm feeling?" he groaned, leaning forward and pinching the bridge of his nose with his index finger and thumb.
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Post by Script on Nov 7, 2011 22:03:09 GMT -5
"Hungover, embarrassed, or both?" She sighed, moving to sit beside him, leaning her head against his shoulder.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 7, 2011 22:04:02 GMT -5
"Just hungover... Wait, embarrassed? Are you embarrassed?" He didn't move, but his concern showed in his voice.
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Post by Script on Nov 7, 2011 22:14:39 GMT -5
She blinked at him. "Well...yeah. I mean, I got drunk and fell asleep on your lap..."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 7, 2011 22:15:45 GMT -5
He lifted his shoulders the tiniest bit in a hint of a shrug. "That's nothing to be embarrassed about," he said, still trying to rub the headache away.
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Post by Script on Nov 7, 2011 22:17:12 GMT -5
She chewed on her lip, watching him. She might be a little hungover, but she still had an excellent memory. He'd refused to kiss her after she asked him to. Because she was that pathetic.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 7, 2011 22:19:59 GMT -5
"Now I remember why I don't usually get drunk in the middle of the day. An evening hangover is worse than a morning hangover," he chuckled, finally sitting back up and trying to rejoin the human race.
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