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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[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica laughs. "Well, unless John was macking on Vala, I'm pretty sure it was you."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Uh, he better not." Cameron looks slightly worried. "Was Aeryn sober?" He vaguely remembers talking to Aeryn about pillows and seafood.

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"I have no idea," she tells him sympathetically. "Though I'm pretty sure John wasn't either."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"If Aeryn was sober, he'd be dead now if he macked with Vala so... maybe it was me." He's impressed that he could actually think it all out, but now he's very tired.

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

Veronica tries to follow his logic. "I suppose that makes sense."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Of course it does," Cameron eyes her. "You kinda look awake."

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"I kinda didn't drink myself into a stupor last night."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Good on you," he pauses. "I think I did."

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

"I kind of figured."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"What gave it away?" He asks with a small smile.