The morning after the night before

[xpoisonivy]

The sunlight crept in slowly through the leaves surrounding the large factory window, acting as curtains. When ivy felt the warm rays hit her face, she turned her head towards the window and opened her eyes, much like a sunflower. Her head was throbbing, memories coming back to her in pieces, how many drinks had she had? She remembered arriving

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[scream_and_cry]

Crane wakes up with a start at the noise, cleans his glasses, and then slips them on. Oh dear God. "Yaaahhh!!" He scrambles out of the bed and onto the floor. "You! You manipulative succubus!"

Realising his nakedness, he pulls the duvet towards him, but Poison Ivy is clinging onto it a little stronger than Crane can pull. "Where are my clothes?!"

[xpoisonivy]

"There's no need for name calling, Jonathan. You're the one who's supposed to be immune to my charms." She glowered at him from the bed, wrapping herself with the Duvet out of spite. Really, she'd have no problem staring him down in the nude, but she'd rather he be a bit more vulnerable right now.

"Your clothes? You might have mentioned something about 'not needing them anymore' before you tossed them out the window. Can I offer you a fig leaf?" Her tone was a cross between unamused and hateful.

[scream_and_cry]

"I am! Well, I'm supposed to be..." Crane racks his brain. All told, the number of chemicals he's inhaled has probably done unmendable harm to his libido, but last night... "Did we...? Oh Jes- we did, didn't we..."

Crane chews his bottom lip. "A fig leaf won't be necessary. I'll... I'll sort something out." He's in a state of shock. Memories start flooding back and he alternately grimaces and smiles to himself.

[xpoisonivy]

"Apparently you aren't as strong as you thought. Was it good for you?" She asked coyly, sliding off the bed and dropping the covers on the floor. She looked over her shoulder, smiling, before sauntering over to her wardrobe and grabbing a silk robe.

"I'm sure you will, you're ever so... creative."