♥ Sorta Wedding Day & Memory loss ♥ Mild Aphro ♥

[mr_chekov]

Oh devils of hell below her head hurt.

Pasha gave a half agonized groan, rolling over in bed and nuzzling closer to the source of warmth closer to her. She really needed to stop drinking. No. That would never happen. She just needed to stop getting sober and getting hungover because after all, one couldn't get hungover if they were still drunk, yes

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[mr_chekov]

Oh hell. Oh hell. Oh hell. This was bad. She wasn't supposed to get married to friends. That was bad, friends were friends not spouses. "G-Gaila." Pasha could feel she was going rapidly puce as she sat down heavily on the bed with a sigh, letting go of Gaila's hand.

Married. Damn it. She was never going to hear the end of this, she was supposed to be the one with a high alcohol tolerance and she couldn't remember the slightest thing from last night. How had they even managed to get rings or for that matter a permit for marriage. "I hope you are able to remember more of last night then I am able to." Pasha croaked hoarsely.

[mr_chekov]

Pasha had frowned at the Orion, not recognising the words and then at the Russian being too quick for her hungover mind to comprehend properly.

"Gaila." Pasha's eyes were wide and slightly afraid as she blinked, trying to figure out just what had happened. "What just--" This was difficult to comprehend. "What did you say?" She asked, shaking her head slightly. Oh, this had better not be something to do with not being able to remember last night. "What just happened?" She pushed herself up to sit up. She didn't like this, not one little bit.

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[kyracons]

Kyra rolled away from the disturbance, her curly hair was let free and fell across her face as she shifted away from whoever it was that was trying to wake her up. "Mnn, gerrof... m'sleepin'," she mumbled, still more than half asleep. Really, what was it about people and not letting someone just get the rest she needed. It wasn't as if she slept all that much. Was five hours rest too much to ask for? Seriously.

Grumbling to herself quietly, her eyes still closed, she pulled the sheets tighter around herself. Really Pasha, you should know how difficult it is to wake the convict by now.

\o/ ROFL Oh dear XD It's the only way it would ever happen with these two, isn't it?

[mr_chekov]

"Kyra. Kyra. This is really not a good time for you to go back to sleep. Wake up!" She snapped, a scowl affixed to her features. "Kyra! I mean it. Wake up this instant, we hawe trouble." As in wedding ring sized troubles. Pasha gave an irritated little sound, shaking the other woman, if Pasha was awake and panicking there was no way that Kyra was going to be allowed to lounge around idolantly and sleep.

"Kyra!" Pasha whined, continuing to shake her. "Wake up."

Kyra wouldn't propose if she was sober, that's for sure. xD

[riddickjr]

Oh, so that's who it was. Some part of the convict was glad to be woken up by the diminutive navigator, even if she was being utterly obnoxious at the moment. Sliding a hand out from under the sheets, she swatted half-heartedly at her bedmate's hands, letting out a much more awake sounding sigh. "Pasha, c'mon. My head hurts, okay? Go back to sleep, I'll play with you later."

Oh, and now she was whining. Just what she needed. Letting out an aggravated sound, she sat up quickly, he hair falling wildly around her bare shoulders, obscuring her features, though it didn't take much imagination to picture the expression she wore under there. "What's your damage? Can't a girl get a decent night's sleep?"

XD

[mr_chekov]

"'Play'?" The young woman frowned, what the hell did Kyra mean by that? She wasn't a six year old that needed constant entertainment or a companion to play dollies with. Pasha had never played with dollies, she had melted them down out of morbid curiosity.

Pasha's expression was nothing short of thunderous. She grabbed Kyra's ring hand with one hand and presented her own, matching rings twinkling in the light. It was almost disgustingly romantic. Pasha didn't do romantic. It wasn't her style at all. "That is my 'damage'." She hated it when the hotel did things like this. It was enough to make her want to scream.