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MORNING AFTER

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Daniel Faraday [LOST]

[findaconstant]

[Dan's main concern is not that there is someone in bed with him, no. As far as he knows, no one else is even -there-.

Dan's main concern is WHERE THE HELL ARE HIS PANTS?]

[crossindexing]

[Winny shifts, unconsciously stretching her wings. The brown-and-tan brindling over her feathers ruffling as she wakes.

Fluffy bed. Fluffy, comfortable bed. Winny yawns and rubs her eyes. She sits up. The blanket slides off.

It's unusually chilly this morning.]

[findaconstant]

[........someone is yawning. Dan blinks and looks to his side.]

Oh. Hey.

[... !!!]

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[Winny yawns again.] N'morning.

[....dottity dot dot. She squeals, flails, and falls over the edge of the bed, taken the comforter with her as she tries to cover herself up. She's naked. Naked.]

[findaconstant]

[Not staring. Soooooooo not staring. Not - okay, now he's really not staring. SHUT UP.]

Uh.

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That-- I'm-- You-- Why-- [There are no sentences. Only words. Winny bundles herself under the blanket while her wings fluff in agitation.]

You're in my bed.

[A beat.] This isn't my bed.

[findaconstant]

[What are words? Dan doesn't even have THOSE.]

Um.

[SOMEONE NEEDS TO PUT SOME CLOTHES ON RIGHT NOW AND IT IS NOT HIM.]

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What! What um, there's not--there's nothing to um at. Here. There's just--us. In a bed. With. Mostly no clothes. Why are there mostly no clothes, Dan? [It's almost plaintive. She casts around for something besides a blanket to cover herself with.]

[Why are the clothes gone?]

[findaconstant]

I - I don't know. Maybe... uh.

...things?

[Vague hand motions?]

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Which things? [Yes, it is plaintive. Her wings fluff again.] I don't just-- I would remember... thing-things. You remember your fi--

[This would be Winny, dragging the blanket over her head and leaving a vaguely hunchbacked shape thanks to those little feather dusters.] I mean--Not that I meant--but you would!

[findaconstant]

[Way to take the last of the blanket, Winny. Dan promptly grabs a pillow and tries not to DIE.]

I don't remem-

Maybe we were drunk?

But I don't feel like I'm hungover.

...can you maybe try to find my pants?

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[There's a flustered noise from under the blanket.] I'm not-- I have more than pants gone and I'm not telling you to look for them! I'm not the. The. Laundry. Person. The maid.

[She peeks out from under the blanket.] I don't remember drinking. Well I do remember drinking. But not that much.

[findaconstant]

......Winny.

Sweetheart.

You have the entire blanket.

[PUPPY EYES?]

I - I won't look. Here. [Dan shuts his eyes. HE JUST WANTS SOME PANTS, OKAY? D:]

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[SHE CAN'T SEE THEM PUPPY EYES, DAN. SHE'S UNDER A BLANKET. Though her mind kind of derailed on the word 'sweetheart' and the fact that she's naked and he called her sweetheart.

While she's naked.

Somehow this makes the word more potent. Shut up.

Out comes a hand, feeling around on the carpet for any sign of pants.

She finds a pair.

...They aren't his.

.......They also aren't hers.]

.........Um.

[findaconstant]

...ohgod.

There's not... anyone else... in here, is there?

[And now is when he starts wondering WHAT THE BLOODY HELL HAPPENED LAST NIGHT, WTF WTF WTF SERIOUSLY]

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[She emerges. Her head does. She's holding up the pants. Staring at the pants.] I don't know?

[Did she really have that many daiquiris? She didn't have that many daiquiris. She didn't.]