[ Lucky for her, he's definitely not the cuddly kind of sleeper but he is a heavy one. Or well, that's what he's been led to believe and would still be believing if not for the fact that rolling over ends in a loud thump on the floor and a confused groan. ]
[Wichita, on the other hand, is a pretty light sleeper. Light enough to blink her eyes open when she hears someone hit the floor, anyway. She slowly pulls herself up into a sitting position, squinting in the low light of the room. It takes her a second too peek over the side of the bed, because man, she doesn't remember even going to bed let alone... being with someone when she did. Shit.]
[ He's sitting up now, one hand on the edge of the mattress as his face displays the same loss for.. well, anything actually, that he's sure she can say is mutual from how she sounds. Jeremy's coming up blank. He's almost positive he'd remember scoring with someone as hot as she is. Or climbing into bed with her, at least. ]
[After a few seconds of looking at him, because maybe his face would eventually register-] Nnnno? No, I don't think we do. [That's the best she can come up with, because yeah, wow, she doesn't usually let this kind of thing happen. She pushes a hand through her hair, the other gripping at the sheet that covers her lower half. Which -- oh, good, she's not pantsless or anything, but she is wearing a pair of white shorts she doesn't remember ever buying. Huh.]
I'd be freaking out a little more if I could remember even a tiny bit about what happened last night. But I've got nothing. Like, literally, I'm not even sure where we are. ...Though do you think we..?
[ He's surprisingly pretty well dressed for a guy that just woke up in bed with a girl. He's got a weird looking shirt on he suspects came from a gift shop and there's glitter speckled over one arm - don't ask him - and yes, just the one arm. He chooses not to wonder. Jeremy bites the inside of his cheek, still studying her and not moving from where he sits. ]
Oh. That was kind of anti-climatic. [ He shrugs, a helpless nothing to be done about it sort of shrug. ] I remember hanging dice. The back of a taxi. Someone.. threw up in my shoes. [ It figures he only remembers the bad things and hey, here's looking at you, chick. She's the only culprit around. ] Nothing before that.
What? You mean...? No, I don't think so. [ Their bodies would, right? That's assuming she's even implying what he thinks she is. This is the face of cluelessness. ] Unless.. you think we did?
[Wichita's rocking the glitter on one arm too, and she's about to comment on that, but then he went and implied that she was a shoe-barfer.] Hey, I might... be in this situation right now, but I've got more self control than that. And I'm not hungover. [Which maybe just meant she was still drunk, but that wasn't the point. She looks around the room, catches her reflection in the mirror and winces a little. Bed hair, yikes. She reaches her arms up to pull her hair back into a ponytail, but then notices something much more alarming than bedhair.
With one hand still holding her hair up, she scrambles out of bed and leans close to the mirror.] Damn, dude. [Hello, giant hickey. She gingerly touches it with her finger, craning her neck a little- Which makes the strap of her tank top shift and yep, when she pulls the neck down a little she also reveals another mark, low on her chest.] Gah! Okay, so. Maybe we didn't go for the home run, but it... Looks like we at least batted a double. [Meanwhile, she still hasn't realized what's printed,
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Um?
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Do I - do we know each other?
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I'd be freaking out a little more if I could remember even a tiny bit about what happened last night. But I've got nothing. Like, literally, I'm not even sure where we are. ...Though do you think we..?
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Oh. That was kind of anti-climatic. [ He shrugs, a helpless nothing to be done about it sort of shrug. ] I remember hanging dice. The back of a taxi. Someone.. threw up in my shoes. [ It figures he only remembers the bad things and hey, here's looking at you, chick. She's the only culprit around. ] Nothing before that.
What? You mean...? No, I don't think so. [ Their bodies would, right? That's assuming she's even implying what he thinks she is. This is the face of cluelessness. ] Unless.. you think we did?
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With one hand still holding her hair up, she scrambles out of bed and leans close to the mirror.] Damn, dude. [Hello, giant hickey. She gingerly touches it with her finger, craning her neck a little- Which makes the strap of her tank top shift and yep, when she pulls the neck down a little she also reveals another mark, low on her chest.] Gah! Okay, so. Maybe we didn't go for the home run, but it... Looks like we at least batted a double. [Meanwhile, she still hasn't realized what's printed, ( ... )
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