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Who: Spike & John [CLOSED]
Where: The room down the hall.
When: Following this and this.
What: Morning after
Consciousness hit John like a ton of bricks. Or an anvil. Or something equally heavy falling on his head.
Bloody hell.
The pain behind his eyes was blinding, but it was nothing compared to the soreness that he felt throughout his entire body.
What the hell did I get up to last night?
It must have been a wild time, to be sure. He gingerly pried his lids open, thank god all the shades were drawn. There was no sunlight leaking in, and John was beyond grateful for it.
He looked around. There was... very little sign of a scuffle. Two empty bottles (that would account for the headache), a dubious looking wash rag, and a very empty, unfamiliar room.
So he was alone. And fully clothed, minus his jacket. Where the hell was he? And how had he gotten here? He tried to sit up, but immediately his stomach rebelled against him, and he quickly gave up that idea. He closed his eyes again and called out, "Hello?" Not that anyone would hear him. His voice seemed to not be working correctly, and the word came out soft and weak.
Where: The room down the hall.
When: Following this and this.
What: Morning after
Consciousness hit John like a ton of bricks. Or an anvil. Or something equally heavy falling on his head.
Bloody hell.
The pain behind his eyes was blinding, but it was nothing compared to the soreness that he felt throughout his entire body.
What the hell did I get up to last night?
It must have been a wild time, to be sure. He gingerly pried his lids open, thank god all the shades were drawn. There was no sunlight leaking in, and John was beyond grateful for it.
He looked around. There was... very little sign of a scuffle. Two empty bottles (that would account for the headache), a dubious looking wash rag, and a very empty, unfamiliar room.
So he was alone. And fully clothed, minus his jacket. Where the hell was he? And how had he gotten here? He tried to sit up, but immediately his stomach rebelled against him, and he quickly gave up that idea. He closed his eyes again and called out, "Hello?" Not that anyone would hear him. His voice seemed to not be working correctly, and the word came out soft and weak.