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fandomhighdorms2005-10-03 09:46 am
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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.]
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.]