Post by kaji on Jan 1, 2006 16:11:24 GMT -5
Yeah. Lookit me fight the writer's Block! So, this is sorta an on-the-side thing to the whole arc I've been doing...since the Li muse attacked me and told me he WOULD be in the next part, and I am verily STUMPED. So. This.
Right. Onward.
The morning of New Year's Day is a time that, in many people's minds, should not exist, and whoever invented it needs to die a slow, painful, violent death by sporks.
The fact that Oro suspected someone had spiked his drink last night, supplying a reason for his very hangover-like headache. That, and the fact that most of the night before was sorta blurry. And it would explain why he was still in the common room.
Sprawled over a very familiar blurry shape.
This called for panicking.
Oro thus made a valiant attempt to scramble up and backwards, and succeeded in sitting up, and wishing instantly for about a metric ton of Advil. He did, however, manage to confirm that the blurry shape was indeed Fei, thought judging by the still-clothed state they both possesed, either his inhibitions weren't that far gone, or he'd passed out before anything could happen.
"Shorty! Finally awake, then?"
Oro decided then and there Ben wasn't human. No human could possibly have that much energy, especially since he was fairly sure Ben hadn't slept since yesterday.
"Ben.....go take the cheerfulness elsewhere, would you?"
"Why, Shorty, are you hung-over?"
Ben's evil, evil grin, and his tone, made Oro snap to attention. The said hangover made him regret it immediately. Ben knew something.
"...What did you do?!"
That damnable grin grew wider, and more evil, if possible.
"I was just observing that you're most likely hung-over, after last night, is all. Not much a drinker at all, are you, Shorty?"
"I'm underage, Ben-- Wait. I'm fairly sure I din't pick up anything alcoholic on purpose...so the drink was most likely spiked....so how do you know I was..."
Ben answered with a cackle, and by moving out of arm's reach. Bastard.
Oro glared muzzily at the other, hoping that perhaps righteous fury would replace headache. It wasn't happening, and Ben was out of reach for hurting, dammit.
Until something-a shoe?- came out of nowhere and smacked Ben upside the head, with enough force to knock him cold.
"About time he shut up...are you feeling okay?"
Oro turned around slowly, to look at Fei, who seemed to be about as hung-over as he was.
"Except for the pounding headache, yeah. Nice shot, by the way."
"Thanks." Fei shook his head slowly, and looked back up at Oro, his eyes a fair bit clearer then they'd been before. And then blinked.
"Uh...Oro...you might want to get something to cover that....uh..."
Oro turned a rather interesting shade of red, and his hand went to his neck. From the feel of it, there was indeed the hickey to end all hickeys there. At least he knew he had a clean turtleneck...somewhere.
"...Oro?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you have any clue what happened last night?"
"Not one."
"...right....I do remember Ben had a cam-- oh, shit."
"....we're doomed, aren't we."
Fei nodded, slowly. "Yes, I do believe we are."
DISCLAIMER: I do not, in any way, advise underage drinking, or at least to the point where one gets smashed.
I do it to fictional characters because it's funny, and as I've been led to believe, something of college tradition.
This does not mean you should. That is all. </disclaimer>
Okay. yeah. That was bad. But it's something, right?
Read, comment, tell me how ooc the characters were POLITELY, flamers will be sacrificed to Cthulu, etc., etc.
*flees*
Right. Onward.
The morning of New Year's Day is a time that, in many people's minds, should not exist, and whoever invented it needs to die a slow, painful, violent death by sporks.
The fact that Oro suspected someone had spiked his drink last night, supplying a reason for his very hangover-like headache. That, and the fact that most of the night before was sorta blurry. And it would explain why he was still in the common room.
Sprawled over a very familiar blurry shape.
This called for panicking.
Oro thus made a valiant attempt to scramble up and backwards, and succeeded in sitting up, and wishing instantly for about a metric ton of Advil. He did, however, manage to confirm that the blurry shape was indeed Fei, thought judging by the still-clothed state they both possesed, either his inhibitions weren't that far gone, or he'd passed out before anything could happen.
"Shorty! Finally awake, then?"
Oro decided then and there Ben wasn't human. No human could possibly have that much energy, especially since he was fairly sure Ben hadn't slept since yesterday.
"Ben.....go take the cheerfulness elsewhere, would you?"
"Why, Shorty, are you hung-over?"
Ben's evil, evil grin, and his tone, made Oro snap to attention. The said hangover made him regret it immediately. Ben knew something.
"...What did you do?!"
That damnable grin grew wider, and more evil, if possible.
"I was just observing that you're most likely hung-over, after last night, is all. Not much a drinker at all, are you, Shorty?"
"I'm underage, Ben-- Wait. I'm fairly sure I din't pick up anything alcoholic on purpose...so the drink was most likely spiked....so how do you know I was..."
Ben answered with a cackle, and by moving out of arm's reach. Bastard.
Oro glared muzzily at the other, hoping that perhaps righteous fury would replace headache. It wasn't happening, and Ben was out of reach for hurting, dammit.
Until something-a shoe?- came out of nowhere and smacked Ben upside the head, with enough force to knock him cold.
"About time he shut up...are you feeling okay?"
Oro turned around slowly, to look at Fei, who seemed to be about as hung-over as he was.
"Except for the pounding headache, yeah. Nice shot, by the way."
"Thanks." Fei shook his head slowly, and looked back up at Oro, his eyes a fair bit clearer then they'd been before. And then blinked.
"Uh...Oro...you might want to get something to cover that....uh..."
Oro turned a rather interesting shade of red, and his hand went to his neck. From the feel of it, there was indeed the hickey to end all hickeys there. At least he knew he had a clean turtleneck...somewhere.
"...Oro?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you have any clue what happened last night?"
"Not one."
"...right....I do remember Ben had a cam-- oh, shit."
"....we're doomed, aren't we."
Fei nodded, slowly. "Yes, I do believe we are."
DISCLAIMER: I do not, in any way, advise underage drinking, or at least to the point where one gets smashed.
I do it to fictional characters because it's funny, and as I've been led to believe, something of college tradition.
This does not mean you should. That is all. </disclaimer>
Okay. yeah. That was bad. But it's something, right?
Read, comment, tell me how ooc the characters were POLITELY, flamers will be sacrificed to Cthulu, etc., etc.
*flees*