not quite the type of threesome one might hope for...

[legalistic]

Why do I feel as though my head has been used as a bass drum over the past several hours? I shudder and press closer to the soft warmth of... someone. Someone female. My arm is around her waist and my face is buried in what feels like her neck, perhaps. I'm not quite sure where I am

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[darth_wells]

Andrew returned with his hands full. "Here," he handed out the water and painkillers. Mister Ryan got handed Andrew's least favorite mac hall t-shirt, the one with cuthlu selling souls for a cookie.
"You're just lucky I know you aren't a vampire."

[queencor]

Cordy reached out and took the pills, then finished her water. "Thank you." Then she gave Christian a Look. "No kiss for you. What's the pot about?" she asked, trying to think around her headache. "And no one's getting kisses unless I'm going to be dead immediately afterwards."

[legalistic]

Christian eyed the shirt. "Surely you don't expect me to wear this." He arched an eyebrow at Andrew and made a fumbling attempt to sit up. "Could somebody please put me out of my misery?" he appealed, clutching his temples. He cast Cordy a Look in return. "I have no idea, I'm sure."

He hoisted himself to his feet, slowly and painfully. "If you'll excuse me." He made his way to the ensuite bathroom and closed the door behind him.

[darth_wells]

"oh...Now he's modest." Andrew sat down on the bed and scratched his head thoughtfully.
"So...whats up with mr sexy chest? and what pot? not drugs? delerium and demons do not mix well you know..."

[queencor]

Cordy groaned and gave a pouty face up at Andrew, as she'd fallen back over and curled up in the blankets again. "Not a demon...least not a full one, and cha...right. Drugs? Please. Like I'd do that. No the pot that's got to do with Gunn that we stole from wolfram and hart, mr. observant." Cordy paused. "You think he has a sexy chest? Wait, you'll compliment him and not me?!"

[darth_wells]

"I got you painkillers." Andrew pointed out.
"And you all snuck out without me for that mission, I would like to remind you. And why are you stealing guns?"

[queencor]

"Charles Gunn, Andrew." Cordy moaned, going back under the covers. "We stole a clay pot that has something to do with him we just don't know what, and you never told me I was sexy." she pouted in her dark warm blanket-cave.

[darth_wells]

"Oh, it's a person. What kind of name is Gun anyway? It's bound to cause confusion."
Hrm. She wasn't going to let it go was she...
there was no avoiding it.
"It's not professional." and contined on quietly and very fast. "althoughyouareverysexy." there.

[queencor]

"His last name." Cordy peeked out. "You're just saying that." she said said petulently. Fully pouting. "You're just humoring me."

[darth_wells]

"You are wearing my very favoritest Star Wars shirt I own. I am not humoring you."
She was wearing his I'd rather kiss a wookie t-shirt. "Not everone gets to wear that you know. ...I'm going to go get something to eat. when you decide to get up you can come find me in the Kitchen."

[queencor]

She eyed him a minute, then nodded. "Okay." she said, placated. "Thank you. See you downstairs." If I ever leave this bed, that is, where hopefully I'll be keeling over any moment from the hangover.