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[Late last night] South Attic - drunk!Beka and passed out!Shep

*by means to be edited in later and by player permission, Beka, Becky, and Anakin have managed to get Cally and Rogue to their rooms, what follows here is by player permission also*

Beka balanced Shep against the wall with one hand while she fumbled with the ward spell to her room.

"Damnit, I shoulda thought of that," she mutters angrily when it doesn't work because she's too drunk to focus.

She lets Shep slump to the ground, presses her palms to the side of her head, and tries to remember how the damned thing works. After a minute her dizziness subsides enough for her to work the key, then she opens the door. Half-dragging, half-carrying him, Beka brings Shep in. She shuts the door behind them and locks it.

Beka snickers at the thought of him waking up in her bed and maybe remembering agreeing to audition to be her new sex toy. She takes one look at him, covered in black markings, stripped down to his boxers, though, and she's moved to something almost like pity. At least the damned condom fell off his nose in the process of getting him up here.

"C'mon, John-boy, lets get you to bed." She's not about to spoil others' fun by washing off the markings, but she can at least be kind to him. Every since he apologized, it's been impossible to be truly mean, which was exactly what they'd both hoped would happen. Torment but no emo-drama.

"Yay, us. It's working," she said to no one in particular, and since Shep was way too passed out to hear her, no one in particular answered.

She hauls him to bed, arranges him comfortably, then pads off to find Advil and water for them both. If there's one thing she's learned at Fandom High, it's that the best hangover cure is not to frelling get one. With a spacer's practiced ease, she tosses the pill in her mouth and swallows them without water. But she forces herself to chug the glass, even though it makes her queasy at first. She takes the pills and water for Shep, considers trying to force-feed him, decides through her nausea that it'd be a really bad idea.

Beka sets the Advil and water on her nightstand, slips out of her skirt and bra, pulls off her boots and destroyed nylons, pulls on the sports jersey she leaves hanging at the end of her bed, and climbs in. When she curls up next to Shep with her head on his chest, it almost feels OK.

[OOC: This room is warded against entrance by anyone who has not been admitted by Illyana, Beka, or Callisto. The thread is open to Shep, Beka, Callisto, and Illyana automatically. Anyone else who needs to or wants to come by can, but they'll have to knock and see if one of us answers the door. This will depend largely on Shep-mun, as I'm giving back NPC control as agreed now that he's 'safely' tucked into bed.]

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*Shep's skull is clearly several sizes too small for his brain. It's the only way to explain the enormous amount of pressure on said organ. Nothing immediately explains the pressure on his chest and shoulder. He opens one eye.*

Oh, it's just Beka.

*sits bolt upright*

BEKA?

*looks around strange room. Looks at even stranger girl who is curled around him. He never pegged her for a cuddler.*

Oh god... we didn't...?

*Sudden pressing need to find nearest empty receptical cuts off question. Shep jumps up, despite the railroad spike that drives through his head and fumbles around for the bathroom, dumping Beka on the bed in his wake.*

What the FUCK happened to me? Wait... first things first... where can I hurl that will require the minimal maintainance afterwards?

Beka sits up slowly. "Shh. Gods. Do you have to yell?"

*waves toward the door of her bedroom*

"Out there, in the common area. First door on the right. Left. Whatever. Or use the sink."

*can't decide whether to play the ruse or go back to sleep*

"Don't look in the mirror."

*fumbles down the hall to the nearest room that might have a toilet.

Stumbles in, sees a pair of pink slippers sticking out from under the next stall and realizes that he may have gone into the girls' bathroom. Oops.

Throws up for an ungodly long time. Hurts everyfuckingwhere and when Pink Slippers flushes he's sure someone took his head off from the nose up with a chainsaw.

Eventually he drags himself to the sink to wash his face and rinse his mouth out.

Cry can be heard down the hall..

WHAT THE FUCK??? Valentine! You better be able to explain this!

(OOC: *dies*)

*Beka stifles a helpless...laugh...she doesn't giggle...except maybe when she's drunk...or hungover...*

Come back, and I'll explain everything.

Owowow. Yelling bad.

*Not as bad as it would be if she hadn't taken the Advil.*

*deciding that scrubbing at the ink with plain water and his hands is clearly useless, Shep stumbles back out hoping he can figure out which room he came out of so he can go back in there.*

*He's right on the second try*

Sorry! *he yells to whoever it was he walked in on. Another nail in the skull. Whispering now, he shuts the door*

*finds Beka's room, lets himself in. Tries to perch on the edge of the bed, misses and sags to the floor. It's far too much trouble to move from a horizontal surface. Especially one he's reasonably sure he can't fall off of.*

Beka... what. the. fuck. happened last night? Is this... *he scrubs his nose* is this lube on my nose???

*a glass of water and a hand with three little orangey-brown pills appears over the side of the bed*

Do yourself a favor, take these.

*considers hanging her head over the side of the bed to talk to him but decides that's a very bad idea*

From what I remember, which is more than you, but less than it ought to be... I got you drunk, there was something about me auditioning a better sex partner than Angelus, because you were being all sweet and defending my honor or something.

You passed out. Some other people who were with us -- and I'm not saying it was Rogue, Cally, Anakin, Jaye or some girl who looks like Rory but calls herself Becky because it probably wasn't -- with or without any instigation from me started writing on you.

I have no idea - I'm serious - how the condom ended up on your nose or where it went. I'm pretty sure there was no kink involved, though.

Then Anakin did some Jedi-thing and somehow I managed to carry you up here. Dude, you're heavy. I would've taken you to your room but I couldn't find your keys.

*she whimpers*

I hurt everywhere.

fuck.

Okay, let me see if I can respond to these things in some vague sense of order:

Drugs. Drugs good. *downs pills, nearly gags on them, barely supresses gag reflex and doesn't vomit. Just barely*

You got me drunk. Okay, just remember payback's a bitch.

You had auditions? Who won? Did I get to watch the try-outs? figures... I'd get to see something like that and not remember it.

I remember a Rogue, I know Anakin from the zombie fight (freakshow!)... who's Jaye. And Cally??? Cally was a part of debauching me? Sweet little innocent girl my ass Oh, I've so been had. Someone's getting their ass kicked for this.

And what the fuck does this gibberish on my cheek say?

*looks at reflection in a pair of shiny shoes under the bed*

Beka...

Dear...

Why the helldoesmyforeheadsay "I did Beka"????

Oh... head... stomach... head... ow. Remind me not to yell for... you know, at least a month.

Condom??? on my... Who put a... wait... and it stayed on? And I didn't suffocate? And, wait... they put a condom on my... whatthefuck?

And my keys are gone. My roommate's gonna flip out. shit.

I suppose I should say thank you for bringing me back here and not leaving me on that beer-sticky floor all night. God knows what the weird-ass bartender would have done with me.

Beka... why am I in my boxers... we didn't... seriously, we didn't... did we? I mean, I'd remember that, right? Is it phyically possible to get it up when you're that plowed? It can't be, right? Which means we didn't, right?

Tell me I'm right, Beka!

*breathing that fast and voice rising until he's yelling again makes Shep's world tilt dangerously. He hugs the floor and rests his head.*

My hair hurts.

*Beka looks at the poor distressed Shep on her floor and reaches over to pat his shoulder*

Payback's a bitch, yes. But you were already drinking when I got there. I just paid for more drunks.

Auditions, I don't think ever happened. If they did, you must've won because you're here and they aren't.

*her world goes blurry for a second and she lies back on the bed*

Seriously no clue about the condom, but your mouth was open, I checked.

No thanks necessary. Friends don't let other friends pass out alone. And, I should torture you about this, but I won't. *she reaches over and strokes his hair kindly* No. We didn't have sex. And yes, if we did, I'd make damned sure you remembered.

*feeling somewhat relieved, though the condom thing is still a little disconcerting, Shep stills under the petting.*

"you just paid for more drunks" huh? How many of us were on that floor?

You mean you won't torture me about it... now. When we're both fully cognizant, something tells me this may come up again.

*sighs*

So I currently have three problems.

1.) I need clothes. I need keys to get clothes. (okay so that's two conjoined problems)
2.) I need to get this damn ink off my face or covered up.
3.) I need to figure out what the hell you meant by that last part... and the bit about me winning auditions. I'm way too brain dead to interpret things like that right now.

(ooc: mun is going to sleep - will pick this up tomorrow. It's a hoot!)

*Beka continues stroking his hair, it might be semi-sentient, but it feels surprisingly nice and not gelled like Lee's under fingers*

Um. Let's see. You. Rogue. Cally. Jaye wasn't on the floor. And I don't know whether I paid for the two other girls or not. Anakin and I never hit the floor else you wouldn't be here. *does NOT nod* So, at least six and maybe eight? That sounds right.

~~If it comes up again, the context will likely be entirely different.~~

Problem 1: I don't dress like a girl, so you can probably scrounge something at least to get as far as your dorm room. Keys... can't help. But we can call your roommate.

Problem 2: It was a Sharpie. You might be screwed. Unless one of the magic types can clean it off. We can ask Paige. She'd do it if it's something covered by healing. Though, I confess seeing 'did Beka' on your forehead amuses me, I'm not sure I want anyone else asking if it's true.

Problem 3: Just a statement. *shrug* If we were going to break down and fuck for some reason - which I'm not saying we ever will - I'd want to make sure you didn't forget the experience. *shrug* Call me vain.

[ooc: am highly amused that it's taking Shep 3 days to get out of bed. Not like he passed out for that long... it's just taking that long to have the conversation. [g]]

Can you imagine what kind of chaos would ensue if I put crap in my hair to *help* it stand up? Seriously, it doesn't need help. It does fine all on it's own.

Busy floor. Wish I'd been alive to see it.

1.) Got some sweats or something? Somehow the black leather stuff - nice as it is on you - isn't going to work for me.

2.) Can we call it pre-emptive healing? As in "Angelus/Jack/others may kick my ass if they see it."

3.) Really, we need to table that conversation for a time I can handle it... and this ain't it. 'kay?

[OOC: They're chatty. *g* And very very cute.]

*she attempts to smoothe his hair out*

Yeah. You probably have a point there.

Was rather a fun floor, before we ended up sprawled on it. Lots of mostly nakedness. I wasn't wearing a shirt when I got home.

1.) Sweats... I have some workout stuff. ~~Top, no that's lingerie~~ Middle drawer.

*tilts her head to look over the bed at him* It looks nice on me? *smiles lopsidedly* Thanks.

2) Probably. (OOC: didn't he still have it on in study hall?) I'll call her as soon as I can speak into a comm without my head hurting.

3) I'm laughing at you, you just can't hear me because it would hurt both of our heads.

Uh... question. You still minus a date for Homecoming? *cringes*

Give up on the hair. I did years ago.

Nakedness? I missed the nakedness. God my life sucks!

*blinks blearily at the lacey stuff Beka is holding up in front of her t-shirt and psuedo-modeling*

I thought all the stuff that was even vaguely about you and me and you and me and sex was gonna wait.

[ooc: crap, forgot about study hall. Well that was just Cally and he did have his head buried in his arms most of the time. Shrug]

And the last... um... yeah. Remember... I was drinking to get over the debacle (and waste of good money and flowers) that was asking Cally. Why?

I could give up, but I like it. You said you liked it when Janet pets your hair. I bet you haven't spent the night drunkenly tangled with her. *smirks*

Yeah, me, Rogue, Cally, and Anakin all took off our shirts. As I recall, my bra was sheer. Oh yeah - it's this one. *holds it up*

[OOC: No lace. Ever. *laughs* Beka says: it itches! I'll find Illyana or Paige about the face stuff. They'll just agree and he can say it happened.]

Uh, you and me and sex are even in the same room with each other somehow? *winks then gets serious*

Well. *sighs* You knew the whole thing with me and Jack at the beginning was about messing with you, right?

Oh, play with it to your heart's content. Just don't think you'll ever get it flat.

*buries face in hands* Why are you so insistant on showing me every piece of underwear you own...? ~~while you aren't in it?~~

You and Jack was just to mess with me? No, I seem to have missed that factor entirely. Why were you trying to mess with me? Well, okay, I know why *you* were trying to mess with me. What the fuck is Jack's excuse?

*blinks* You like me touching your hair? *pretends to faint*

*laughs* I'm not. I was just being precise about the nakedness. ~~If I tried to actually model it now, I'd probably fall on my ass. I'm almost as hungover as you.~~ *tosses him sweats*

Me and Jack, yes. I was mad about the hate song. Incredibly mad. Mad enough to do something stupid and drag another person into our feud. It's not his fault. I offered him something he couldn't easily refuse.

Me.

I like anyone playing with my hair. I'm easy that way.

*struggles into sweats* Thanks.

As for Jack... well, most guys can't. Guess I can't be pissed at him for that.

*thinks*

*thinks some more*

*decides it hurts too much*

You what?

I what what? *goes to him and hugs him, completely uncharacteristically, but he looks so damned confused she can't help it, then she backs up and sits down on her bed looking hungover and miserable*

I offered Jack sex with me in exchange with sex for you. It was only supposed to last a day or two, and then he was going to take me to Homecoming, as a big joke.

*she smiles wryly*

Well, then there were zombies. You were nice, I was nice, Jack and I kind of bonded. The whole thing sort of rolled on me. And then Jack and I were really together for a week.

*runs a hand through her bangs*

I called it off, last night. Told him we should just be friends with benefits. Sam's back, I'm younger than the kids he might have, and... it just seemed like the kindest thing to do. For all of us.

Oh, those last two parts went together. Got it. Sorry. I'm usually a little sharper than this.

'Course right now a cue ball is sharper than I am...

You reap what you sow, eh?

*ponders the whole 'younger than kids he might have... wonders at what point it's rude to ask a woman her age...*

Jack's a good guy. He'll get get over it. Especially once he realizes ~~he was being used~~ the truth of the matter.

*smiles and wishes her head didn't hurt*

You're cute when you're confused. I'm not worried about Jack. I think he's fine, except for the whole part about Sam being back. He knew from the very beginning what was going on. I don't lie to my friends.

*shrugs*

That's part of why I'm coming clean. The other part is *waves a hand* this. You don't have a date for Homecoming and got plastered over it. I broke things off with Jack for a bunch of reasons and got plastered over it.

There's an irony there, and I think both of us are good enough sports to see it straight.

Want to go to Homecoming?

That's kind of disappointing... I thought I was just kind of cute in general. What's wrong with Sam being back?

*peers up from the floor, squinting*

There's a catch here, right? A joke... 'cause I'm tempted to say 'yes' and then if there's some sort of punchline and if I fall for it, I'm gonna feel like a big dope. ~~once I can feel anything other than hungover~~

Shep, you're always cute. You know I think so. Just like I know you think I'm hot. It wouldn't be half so much fun to torment each other otherwise.

*strokes his hair again*

No. No catch. I would've asked you before if I hadn't been sure you'd say yes and then do something nasty to me. You're a friend, I hate dances, and I always have fun with you. So... no. No catch.

*holds out a pinky*

Pinky-swear.

OMG, what are you? ten? *smiles at the silliness and holds up pinky anyway*

Okay then. What the hell... if nothing else we can stand around and snark to each other about people who take this stuff seriously. ~~and watch you get crowned Homecoming Queen~~

I know. Adorable, aren't I? *she wraps her finger around his*

We'll have fun. I promise. *smirks* If not, we can always go get drunk or play pool or something. ~~If I get crowned Homecoming Queen, I'll laugh myself sick. And of course there'd be more very public, very thorough kisses for you. Mustn't break the theme, you know.~~

Um... yeah, adorable. That's it.

Okay, consider me roped in.

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