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Tweak says, "NAKED TIME!"

Damon Salvatore (itsnotinme) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2011-09-25 00:50:00

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alaric saltzman, damon salvatore

WHO: Damon Salvatore & Alaric Saltzman
WHAT: One of many drunken passout situations results in a great deal of confusion.
WHEN: September 24th
WHERE: The Saltzman/Salvatore Apartment
RATING: PG
STATUS: In Progress

The sensation of a mild hangover was familiar, and it was a few minutes into dragging himself slowly out of the depths of a deep and satisfying slumber before he realized two things. One, that he wasn't alone, and two, that he wasn't sure who the individual with him was. That wouldn't have been all together unusual had it not been for two others things. One, the other individual with him was a guy, and two, he didn't have any idea who he, himself, was either. Blinking his eyes open and staring at the ceiling, yawning long and low, Damon reached out and whacked his strange bedfellow in the side to get his attention.

"This your bed or mine?" Damon asked, lulling his head to the side and squinting at the stranger. Or, possibly not-stranger, it was hard to say considering his current circumstances. His state of undress, though, seemed to be pointing towards not-stranger. Or a stranger he'd gotten rather more familiar with last night. "Not that I'm complaining, of course, if it's not mine. It's pretty damn comfy. But I'm just wondering which one of us is going to have clothes here and which is going to have to do the wearing last night's disheveled clothes walk of shame."

Eyeing the other man up and down, Damon flashed him a slight grin before turning his eyes back to the ceiling, "Or we could just not worry about clothes. Whatever suits you." Now, all he had to do is wait and see how the man reacted, and he'd have some clues about what was going on.

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likevanhelsing
2011-09-25 07:03 am UTC (link)

Ric was used to waking up hungover. He was sure of that. Oddly, that was the only thing he was sure about. He thought it probably said something about him as a person that, while he couldn't remember his own name, or anything else about himself, he was reasonably certain he was an alcoholic. Awesome. But it was really troubling, having no idea who he was or where he was. Or, apparently, who he was with. It was clearly a man, but beyond that he had no idea. It just seemed like the sort of situation that would end with him pantsless and wallet-free in an alley somewhere. Or...okay, maybe he was being fatalistic about this. Still, the complete lack of memories really was worrisome. He kept his eyes closed for a long moment, just trying to regain the equilibrium that had been kicked out from under him when he'd woken to a state of utter confusion, then sighed and looked at his bedmate.

He looked the other man over, curious about this person he didn't remember but who he'd apparently fallen into bed with. He was, objectively speaking, very attractive with his eyes and his smirk and his...whatever those muscles were called, it was honestly too early to remember. He supposed if he was going to hook up with a guy, assuming he wasn't gay and he was pretty sure he wasn't, he could have done worse. Still, he was also pretty sure a lot of alcohol had been involved. Hence the headache. And the memory loss. Could alcohol cause amnesia?

"I honestly have no idea," he admitted in response to the question. "Which...applies to pretty much everything, actually. So...if you're cool with it, I'm just going to pass out until this alcohol-induced memory loss goes away. I guess you can stay. I mean...obviously you can stay if it's your place, but if not...god...I need coffee. That didn't even make any sense."

Then he paused to think about what the other man had said. "Wait," he said. "You don't know where we are either? You wouldn't happen to know...god, this sounds crazy...you wouldn't happen to know who we are, would you? Because I've got nothing. Absolutely nothing." He eyed the man. "I mean...that," he made a vague gesture that was supposed to signify the man's general state of undress, "is great and all, but...this is kind of a problem and...it's too early for this level of crazy."

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itsnotinme
2011-09-26 02:12 am UTC (link)

Damn. He'd been hoping for an amusing freakout of some sort. Even if that would have invalidated every assumption that he had made, it certainly would have been a balm in this situation. Closing his eyes back as he listened to the other man try and sort out the situation for himself, Damon chuckled as he finished his statements out, pushing himself into a sitting position and raising a hand to rake through his hair, "Not a clue," He said, shifting his body to crack his back and stretch out his muscles. "Only clue I have is that alcohol doesn't work this way. At least, I'm pretty sure it doesn't," Damon said, kicking his legs out of his side of the bed. "But just in case it does. Coffee?"

No reason to get too upset yet, really. At least, not until they both sobered up and saw whether or not it really was just some sort of superhangover.

"Which would probably be easier if I knew which way the kitchen was," Damon said as he stood, picking up a discarded shirt off the floor and pulling it on, buttoning the shirt up in the front before turning back to his fellow amnesiac with a curious glance. "Care to come with me? Just in case this suddenly gets worse and one of us forgets how to walk, or, you know, just because it's a bit creepy not really having any idea where you are."

All right. So maybe not getting upset was going to be harder than he thought it would be.

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