Jordan's Apartment -- Friday 8 AM

[coxianrival]

Oh, what an awful, awful ache in my head. Its been a really long time since I had a hangover. But if there's one thing about me, I always remember what went on the night before. I can credit the dull pressure against my brain to the fact that between the three of us, that Patron stood no chance. Half of the bottle of Vodka was left on the coffee

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[drjanitor]

"Mmph." Why am I awake? Am I awake? I groan and maybe mutter something about tree-dwelling rodents.

[coxianrival]

"Mmmph to you too," I say, my voice a little rough from the drinking and laughing. "My head hurts," I whine, finally getting under his arm and stuffing my face into what I can reach of his chest. "Make it go away." I sound like a little kid, but do I care? No. I just want the head to stop hurting and to be warm next to him.

[drjanitor]

Damnit, I am awake. I turn slightly, grumbling down deep in my chest, pull up the sheets and throw an arm around her waist. She still smells of apricots, that and some kind of booze. Beer. Mmm.

[coxianrival]

I sigh deeply at his grumble and press a kiss to his chest. "Thanks for coming over last night," I mumble and press a leg in between his so that I can get as close as humanly possible. "I'm sorry for calling you so late. I was...quite drunk."