fates_jaye: (bad day)
Jaye Tyler ([personal profile] fates_jaye) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2006-01-01 11:45 am
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Hangover survivors' mecca

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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fates_jaye: (see my lion)

[personal profile] fates_jaye 2006-01-02 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Um. Dr. Doolittle? Pet psychics?" Jaye says, not embarrassed at all.

[identity profile] oatmanspatient.livejournal.com 2006-01-02 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
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: (you get my suspicious face)

[personal profile] fates_jaye 2006-01-02 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
She sighs. "Yes. You know how they say sailors have a girl in every port? I'm the girl in every port."

[identity profile] oatmanspatient.livejournal.com 2006-01-02 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
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: (bitch please)

[personal profile] fates_jaye 2006-01-02 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes. That would be sarcasm. It's my preferred medium."

[identity profile] oatmanspatient.livejournal.com 2006-01-02 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
"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: (you get my suspicious face)

[personal profile] fates_jaye 2006-01-02 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes, very literal. Ha ha. Don't pick on the hungover girl, you meanie."

[identity profile] oatmanspatient.livejournal.com 2006-01-02 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Meanie? What are you? Six?"
fates_jaye: (just jaye)

[personal profile] fates_jaye 2006-01-02 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
"No, that's Rory!"

[identity profile] oatmanspatient.livejournal.com 2006-01-02 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
"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: (make it stop)

[personal profile] fates_jaye 2006-01-02 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not making excuses! I've only kissed him on national holidays!"

[identity profile] oatmanspatient.livejournal.com 2006-01-02 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
"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."
fates_jaye: (omg)

[personal profile] fates_jaye 2006-01-02 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
Jaye stares.

And covers her ears.

"I ADMIT NOTHING!!"

[identity profile] oatmanspatient.livejournal.com 2006-01-02 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
Marty begins to increase the volume.

"I'm sorry... Did you say something?"
fates_jaye: (make it stop)

[personal profile] fates_jaye 2006-01-02 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
Jaye curls away from the TV, burying her head into the sofa cushion. The pillow is piled over her head, and the blanket comes up to cover it.
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