Hangover survivors' mecca

[fates_jaye]

It's 12:48 pm. Jaye is still in her pajamas. She may still have some bedhead going on. She is camped out on the sofa of the second floor common room with a blanket, a pillow, and a super size bottle of aspirin. And water. Lots of water. She also ordered out for pizza. And she hates everything on TV and wishes someone brought a movie. Because she's not going back upstairs.

Her head hurts. However, that shouldn't discourage anyone from stopping by and teasing (as she's too icky to care) or joining in the ughness (as you may have a better story).

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[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty puts in the DVD of "From Kerplakistan with Love."

"This one doesn't have many explosions. Gun fire and a gypsy girlfights mostly."

[fates_jaye]

Jaye hears the words "gun fire" and crawls a little deeper under her blanket.

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

Archie hears the words "gun fire" and twitches convulsively under his blanket in a way that could be construed very wrongly.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty rolls his eyes, goes to the vending machine and grabs three large bottles of cold water and hands them to Jaye and Archie.

He then pulls out the bottle of aspirin Marty carries in his back pack and tosses it to Archie.

[fates_jaye]

"I love you," Jaye tells him.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"I won't tell Archie." Marty quips back.

He then turns up the volume on the TV.

[fates_jaye]

Jaye pulls the blanket over her head and takes back the ILY.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"I'm sorry? Did I say something wrong?" Marty says gleefully. "I did see you two lying on the floor right?"

[fates_jaye]

"We weren't making out on the floor or anything! We were drunk!" she wails quietly.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"So the drunken midnight kiss strictly for the benefit of the psychotic shippers was something I just imagined?" Marty asked.

"Hmmm... I could have sworn I saw that."

[fates_jaye]

"It was midnight!!"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"What? And you're telling me all the banter between you and Archie at the pool was nothing? Pleeeease."

[fates_jaye]

"This is like the fourth time he and I have ever been in the same room together! Excluding Criminal Justice, of course."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"And out of those times that you were in the same room did it end in lip lock?" Marty says with a knowing look.

[fates_jaye]

"NO! Okay, well..." She's not blushing and zomg, hate for Marty.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty blinks not-so-innocently at Jaye. "Am I wrong? I know that you and he kissed at Caritas. And I thought I heard something about missle-toes..."

[fates_jaye]

"There have been traditional reasons for the kissing," she insists.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Really? Because you seem like such the type of person who bows before tradition. In fact I totally picture you in the kitchen, doing the whole June Cleaver thing. Baking cookies. Obeying Ward. Scolding the Beaver."

No... Marty's not enjoying this. Why do you ask?

[fates_jaye]

"Why would I scold the.... oh, wait. I misinterpreted."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"What? Did you think I was talking about the small furry animal that swims and chews up trees?"

[fates_jaye]

"Yes. Yes, I did. Weirdo."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Why am I the weirdo? You're the one kissing a sailor and talking to animals."

[fates_jaye]

"I do not talk to animals! I just sing that I do!!!"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty looks at Jaye as though she's nuts. "What the hell are you talking about? You're the one who thought you were going to be talking to a literal beaver. And who does that anyway?"

[fates_jaye]

"Um. Dr. Doolittle? Pet psychics?" Jaye says, not embarrassed at all.