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]

"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.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty blinks a couple of times at Jaye.

"This is just to distract me from your whole lust for sailors in general, right?"

[fates_jaye]

She sighs. "Yes. You know how they say sailors have a girl in every port? I'm the girl in every port."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty looks at Jaye with a slight mixture of confusion and horror.

"Okay... you're just being sarcastic right? Because if you're really the girl in every port, you really need to stop talking about not getting any on the radio."

[fates_jaye]

"Yes. That would be sarcasm. It's my preferred medium."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"You know most people are happy to just use paint or clay. Plus you know how literal this place is. I mean The Tick heard that..."

[fates_jaye]

"Yes, very literal. Ha ha. Don't pick on the hungover girl, you meanie."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Meanie? What are you? Six?"

[fates_jaye]

"No, that's Rory!"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"No, Rory's three. Or she was three. And three year olds don't like boys and would never make excuses about kissing them on national holidays."

[fates_jaye]

"I'm not making excuses! I've only kissed him on national holidays!"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"You kissed him because you wanted to kiss him. The holiday was just an excuse."

Marty grabs the remote and points it at the TV.

"Admit it or the volume goes to maximum."