Alternative to feeling like yourself [CLOSED]
Characters: Hanatarou and Haruhi
Content: Followup to this thread. The next morning, to be specific.
Setting: Haruhi's room. How ~scandalous~!
Time: Morning!
Warnings: Hung-over teenagers...and the unfortunate and inexplicable results of getting totally wasted the night before.
Oh man. Not again.
Hanatarou's head was pounding like a dozen hammers as he emerged from a restless sleep. He groaned as he lifted his eyelids, which seemed to weigh a dozen pounds each, and considered sitting up. He decided against it as the light coming from the little window in the cabin hit his eyes and amplified his headache.
He'd told her this would happen! This was exactly what he hadn't wanted to go drinking with her! What had even happened last night? He couldn't remember anything after getting shoved to the floor...
He was too busy wincing to realize that he wasn't in his own cabin. Or, for that matter, in his own clothes.
Content: Followup to this thread. The next morning, to be specific.
Setting: Haruhi's room. How ~scandalous~!
Time: Morning!
Warnings: Hung-over teenagers...and the unfortunate and inexplicable results of getting totally wasted the night before.
Oh man. Not again.
Hanatarou's head was pounding like a dozen hammers as he emerged from a restless sleep. He groaned as he lifted his eyelids, which seemed to weigh a dozen pounds each, and considered sitting up. He decided against it as the light coming from the little window in the cabin hit his eyes and amplified his headache.
He'd told her this would happen! This was exactly what he hadn't wanted to go drinking with her! What had even happened last night? He couldn't remember anything after getting shoved to the floor...
He was too busy wincing to realize that he wasn't in his own cabin. Or, for that matter, in his own clothes.