Room 420 [Monday Morning]

[chasingsnitches]

When Cedric woke up, it was with the thought that at least he was warm. The memories of the weekend were fresh in his mind but at least he was warm. It would've been even worse to wake up cold and embarrassed

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[izzyalienqueen]

Isabel was warm. And still pretty much asleep. Which was why she turned and sleepily pressed a kiss to Greg's shoulder.

Ten seconds after that, she realized it was the wrong shoulder.

Two point four seconds after that the memories of the weekend came rushing back.

She whimpered.

[chasingsnitches]

"I'm sorry," he said immediately. "I'm sorry!"

[izzyalienqueen]

"No! It's okay," Isabel said quickly, not quite able to decide if she should burst into hysterical laughter or tears. "I don't think I'm exactly blameless here."

She should move but she's really hoping it's all just a bad dream and any second she'll wake up in her own bed.

[chasingsnitches]

"Are you all right?" he asked. "Headache? Something else?"

[izzyalienqueen]

"I might die of embarrassment any minute but other then that, I'm just peachy," she said, shifting just a bit so she could peer around the room to try and find her shirt.

[chasingsnitches]

"I'm sorry," he said again because he really didn't know what else to say.

[izzyalienqueen]

Oh look. A shirt. Two seconds later it was in her hand and Isabel was pleased to realize it was one of her own and not the clingy, low-cut thing and oh my god she flashed some old guy for booze! Twice! she'd been wearing the night before. "Stop that! And close your eyes for minute while I put my shirt on."

[chasingsnitches]

"Close my eyes?" He frowned and then realized why. "Oh, right. Right."

He put one hand over his eyes, not peeking one bit.

[izzyalienqueen]

She quickly slipped on her shirt. Being dressed meant Isabel felt a tiny bit more comfortable, or at least less likely to burst into immediate flames of embarrassment.

She sat on the edge of the bed and scrubbed her hand over her face. Sadly it didn't help get rid of memories. "Sam is going to kill me. Dawn is going to kill me. Hell, Greg is going to kill me. I don't suppose you can turn me into a small mouse or something like that?"

[chasingsnitches]

"I'll be doing that to myself first," he mumbled before covering his face with a pillow.

[izzyalienqueen]

"Oh no," Isabel said, pulling the pillow away. "I was horrible to Sam! I implied mean, terrible things to her. And I made out with Bel! And Peter! And last night I blew off Greg in Caritas to go and make out with you!" That last bit was kind of muffled because not she was burying her face in the pillow.

[chasingsnitches]

"We didn't do anything," he told her. "Well, we didn't do much. And I didn't see anything...much. I'm sorry!"

[izzyalienqueen]

"I know. And that's the only thing that's keeping me from dying right now." she said, finally starting to laugh just a bit at the absurdity of the situation. "Besides you saw more of me on the beach or rafting last summer, so I'm not flailing about that. There's just a whole lot of other stuff."

[chasingsnitches]

"I apologize for acting like I was better than you last night," he said. "And...about that random breeze that seemed to follow me around."

[izzyalienqueen]

"Oh please," Isabel scoffed. "Anyone was better then her. But yeah, what the hell was up with that breeze?"

[chasingsnitches]

"I honestly haven't a clue," he said, finally sitting up and looking around for his own shirt. "What did you give me to drink last night?"