The Arms Hotel - Chris's Room - Monday Morning

[neurotic_witch]

Chris was sound asleep and, as such, still unaware of what had occurred this weekend and who he was currently curled up in bed with.

Countdown to flailing has commenced.

[for the 'wife']

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[izzyalienqueen]

See Isabel wake up.

See Isabel remember the weekend. And who her husband was.

And what they did the night before.

See Isabel flail.

All without moving a muscle or making a sound.

[neurotic_witch]

See Chris still sleeping the sleep of the unaware they are about to die a horrible death at the hand of their brother.

See Chris throw his leg over the leg of the girl sharing his bed and pulling her closer in his sleep.

[izzyalienqueen]

Sadly wishing really hard did not magically transport Isabel back to her dorm room in Nevada.

Moving very slowly she tried to slid out from under Chris and out of the bed. Of course moving made her very aware of the fact that they were NAKED. Which set off yet another round of mental flailing.

If she was lucky she could get out of bed, grab her clothes and escape the room before Chris woke up.

[neurotic_witch]

So not with the lucky, unfortunately.

Her moving made Chris half wake up. "Where you goin'?" he muttered, eyes still closed.

[izzyalienqueen]

Fuck...

"To kill myself actually." Not that it was any reflection on Chris personally. It was the situation. And how she was going to face Wyatt.

[neurotic_witch]

Now Chris was awake.

"Oh, shit," he said succinctly, gaping at Isabel and then covering his face because he shouldn't be staring at his brother's naked girlfriend.

[izzyalienqueen]

Isabel grabbed the bedsheet and pulled. A toga was going to be the latest fashion for the time being.

"Yeah. That about sums it up nicely." She was just a touch cranky.

[neurotic_witch]

"Oh, God, Wyatt is going to murder me. Slowly and painfully."

Not to mention what Summer and her fork might do. Chris buried his face in his hands.

[izzyalienqueen]

"He'll kill me first. Take the opportunity to run and hide," she offered, getting to her feet and searching out her clothes.

[neurotic_witch]

He sat up and winced as he brushed the gouge marks on his back against the pillow.

"It's not really our fault though," he pointed out.

[izzyalienqueen]

"No. It's not. And he wasn't himself either."

In fact, thinking about it, he'd pretty much been an asshole. But then Isabel knew she hadn't been much better.

She found the clothes she been wearing and wanted nothing more then to burn them. But that would mean running naked through the hallways of the hotel and that would just be the icing on the top of the weekend of weird.

"I hate this place."

[neurotic_witch]

"True, he was..." Chris's eyes got very wide. "Oh no, he was married to Summer."

[izzyalienqueen]

Isabel blinked. "Well now, aren't the holidays going to be a real barrel of laughs."

She'd be much calmer and happier when she could shower and get into her own clothes.

[neurotic_witch]

Chris eyed a pillow and wondered if it would be physiologically possible to smother himself with it.

"I never thought I'd say this, but I'm kind of glad you both live on the opposite coast right now."

[izzyalienqueen]

"Ya think?"

Bedsheet wrapped tight around her, Isabel rubbed at her face. "Chris, you know I love you in that completely platonic you're my boyfriend's brother kind of way. But right now? I'm not sure I want to see you again till I'm about seventy-two."

[neurotic_witch]

"The feeling is definitely mutual," Chris assured her.