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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She raises an eyebrow. "We went from... that to seafood?"

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And when she says it like that, he's so thinking of food in a completely different way and he doesn't think he'll stop blushing any time soon. "I was trying to change the subject," he squeaks.

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"Oh. You might want to not use seafood for that," she says. "Especially when you also do it while drunk."

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"No more like whipped cream or chocolate or fruit..." He realises what he's saying and hits his head on the arm of the couch repeatedly. It kinda hurts because ow, headache.

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Aeryn blinks. "Like... that?"

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And he's not sure if he's following her right now. Or maybe he is in which case he shouldn't ask, but he's naive and hopeful. "Like what?"

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"Like..." She gestures vaguely, then realizes what it looks like. "Nevermind."

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Cameron nearly chokes as it looks exactly like that and he's so having this conversation with the wrong lookalike. "I err... good idea." He nods.

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Aeryn clears her throat.

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"Yeah," Cameron nods and stares at a spot over Aeryn's shoulder. "I err... think I'm going to go see if Vala's recovered yet."

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"Good idea. I should check on John."

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"Have fun!" Cameron says automatically. Then curses a whole lot and turns even redder as he crawls over the back of the couch and flees.