OOA: Hangover-y goodness (?)

[burbonmilkshake]

Faye wakes up on Ichigo's shoulder, his head on top of hers, empty glass in her hand and nearly-empty wine bottle on the table. She whines a little as the light hits her eyes, lifting her free hand to shield them.

"Ichigo? Hey, Ichigo, wake up," she says, shaking him a little. "C'mon, I think we had a little too much to drink..."

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[kurosakiboy]

Ichigo has never woken up hung over before. He quickly learns that it is much like waking up after being hit by a truck. A pack of trucks. A pack of trucks that were out for a piece of you and apparently got it.

He mumbles, grumbles, and moans, eyes clenched shut to keep the evil light away.

[Fucking hell, what the bloody fuck happened to me? Did I just get my ass handed to me by somebody? Oh christ this hurts...] He says, words low and, perhaps most noticeable, in Japanese. It's a wonder he managed to keep his English comprehensible for so long the previous night. A long string of dark curses follows soon after he attempts to open his eyes, all of them in Japanese again.

[burbonmilkshake]

"You're speaking in non-English," she drawls at him, accent noticably there. "I think I should make some coffee... when I can move." She groans. "I feel like there are elephants tap-dancing on my brain."

[kurosakiboy]

"Heads...hurts. Fuck...english." He mutters, shielding his eyes with one hand as he cracks them open. [Man, haven't felt this shitty since Kenpachi and me kicked the crap out of each other. But at least then my head didn't hurt so damn bad...] More mumbling, more cursing, all Japanese.

[burbonmilkshake]

"Keep muttering so I can't understand you and I'll think you're muttering about me," she says, giving him a grumpy look. It's practically a glare of doom, really.

"I really, really wish we had orange juice..."