The morning after...
Who: Nick & Jolee
Where Nick's room
When: The morning after.
Nick rolled over in his narrow bed and almost fell out. If the sheets hadn't been so tangled around his legs he would have been woken by the wooden floor connecting with his skull; as it was, he woke up dangling half out of bed and had to flail and scramble for a few econds to pull himself back in.
It was still dark outside his window -- well, as dark as it ever got around here with so much light pollution; a muddy orange glow fantly illuminated the room. A glance at the clock told him sunrise was in an hour or so. He sighed and started to roll over to go back to sleep -- and found that he couldn't. Because there was someone in his way.
A pretty, red-haired, peacefully sleeping, almost entirely naked someone.
Oh. Right.
Where Nick's room
When: The morning after.
Nick rolled over in his narrow bed and almost fell out. If the sheets hadn't been so tangled around his legs he would have been woken by the wooden floor connecting with his skull; as it was, he woke up dangling half out of bed and had to flail and scramble for a few econds to pull himself back in.
It was still dark outside his window -- well, as dark as it ever got around here with so much light pollution; a muddy orange glow fantly illuminated the room. A glance at the clock told him sunrise was in an hour or so. He sighed and started to roll over to go back to sleep -- and found that he couldn't. Because there was someone in his way.
A pretty, red-haired, peacefully sleeping, almost entirely naked someone.
Oh. Right.