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Melinda Bobbin (_melinda_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-02-15 09:41:00

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character: bryn cadwallader, character: melinda bobbin

RP: The Morning After
Who: Bryn and Melinda (and OPEN if anybody else celebrated Saturday with them and spent the night)
What: The morning after
Where: Melinda’s Flat
When: 15. February, 2005 – morning
Rating: SFW

Even before Melinda opened her eyes, it felt as if the light was piercing her brain. With a groan – that reverberated through her head for far too long – she pulled her pillow over her head to stop the unforgiving assault. It worked, briefly, until the stale air under there made her desperate for the cooler air of her bedroom and, sweet Rowena; she needed some water to get her tongue unstuck from the roof of her mouth.

Opening her eyes, she quickly grabbed hold of her bed, when the bedroom appeared to be swaying first this way, then that, and it didn’t stop until she had closed her eyes firmly again. What the hell had she been up to last night? Well, she knew how it had started; Bryn had come over, as promised. With tequila, as promised, and she had brought up some of the leftover Valentine’s treats and that had been the start of… Melinda chuckled, regretted instantly and groaned and cursed herself, because she had had fun last night – as opposed to the rest of yesterday – and she was obviously paying the price.

Still keeping her eyes closed, she scooted to the edge of the bed, reaching down to the floor in the hopes that the amounts of alcohol she had imbibed last night had made her less specific about where her clothes had ended up before she had gone to bed. Melinda was just about to give up when she felt something and once she grabbed it she was pretty certain that it was a knitted sweater. Smoothly and carefully, she managed to sit up on the edge of the bed, fumbling a bit before she managed to get the sweater pulled over her head. She swallowed down, and still kept her eyes closed, because that just seemed to be the most gentlest way for her to get herself, her body, and her head to the kitchen for some water and some… ooh! Salt! And Hangover Potion!

Once she was on her feet, and she had found enough of her balance to stay upright – in spite of the floor’s valiant efforts to tilt her off – she slowly began the journey across the bedroom to the dining room. And there it was; the spiral staircase that marked halfway point to the kitchen.

Melinda kept a firm grip on the cool metal of the banister as she tried running her fingers through her hair. The tangles that caught her fingers made her think that she probably wasn’t far off if she claimed that her hair most of all resembled a haystack, and in an effort to lessen that effect, she tried tugging on it a bit. Slowly, tug by tug, she managed to pry her eyes open, and the tugging stopped the minute she looked down herself.

That sweater. The sweater she was wearing was definitely not her own, and she only knew one person who wore sweaters like that. Melinda’s eyes widened, because if she was wearing Bryn’s sweater, that was not good. Not good at all! She was his boss, for goodness sake. Looking over her shoulder she tried, and failed, to see her bed, but she was relatively sure that she had been alone in there, just like she was pretty sure that she was wearing knickers. She was wearing her knickers, right? Reaching behind her, she found the edge and drew a small sigh of relief. If she didn’t remember having slept with Bryn, then she doubted she would have put her knickers back on afterwards, so that was good.

After that, it didn’t take long for her to get to the kitchen, find the bag of salt and vinegar crisps and get some water boiling for tea while she slowly sipped from her glass of chilled water.

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nowinaminute
2015-02-15 02:14 pm UTC (link)

By the time Bryn heard noises that indicated there was another living person in the vicinity, he had been lying awake in bed for a while, trying to work out how much he could move without triggering a headache. So far, it wasn't much. Keeping his eyes closed, he stretched out his arm, trying to locate his glasses. When he found them, his fingers fumbled over the lenses. Thankfully, he only managed to poke himself in the eye once as he put them on.

Bryn exhaled. Time to get up. With his mouth feeling as though his tongue had grown a fur coat, he lurched out of bed, snagging his jeans from the end of the bed. He tugged them on over his boxers, wondering whether he'd actually drunk so much tequila that he was both drunk and hungover at the same time. His t-shirt and fox patterned sweater were still unaccounted for, but having his jeans was a good start.

He groaned as he emerged from the spare room, squinting and pushing up his glasses. "Your flat's too bright," he complained.

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_melinda_
2015-02-15 03:26 pm UTC (link)

Bryn’s voice came as both a surprise and not a surprise at all… and brought along quite a bit of relief with it. Melinda leaned forward from where she was sitting on the kitchen counter – crisp bag in hand – so she could look around the corner and up to the mezzanine above the dining room. “You’re up there,” she stated, wincing at the sound of her voice. “And you’re loud.” At least if he had slept up there, the chances that she had simply borrowed his sweater improved greatly, and that was a relief.

Technically, she figured, she ought to go change out of the sweater, maybe even put on a pair of pants or something, or at the very least locate her wand so she could summon the things she needed, but sitting here on the kitchen counter it felt a lot less likely that she would fall over than standing on the floor did. “Coffee or tea?” she asked, still keeping her voice as low as possible while still being able to be heard, as she reached into the cupboard beside her to get the box with Potions that her dad kept well-stocked for her.

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	nowinaminute 2015-02-16 04:41 pm UTC (link)
	"And you have twisty stairs," Bryn remarked with some dismay. This was not ideal, but he would have to manage them somehow. Pausing halfway down the stairs, he decided, "Tea," because the thought of drinking coffee at that precise moment made his stomach churn. "Any chance of some toast?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

_melinda_
2015-02-16 04:53 pm UTC (link)

“Spiralling,” Melinda muttered, because there was nothing twisty or twisted about her spiral staircase. “The banister’s sturdy,” she assured him, not envying him the circling descent he would have to make.

Looking around the kitchen, she tried to recall what she had available, before she looked back down to the flasks and vials in the box. “I ought to have toast,” she claimed and nearly crowed with delight, but didn’t, when she found the flask she had been searching for. “And tea and something better.” Just then the kettle whistled, and Melinda scooted off the counter to get the cacophony stopped before it wreaked too much havoc, and soon after she had two mugs of tea steeping. “You still alive?”

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nowinaminute
2015-02-19 07:23 pm UTC (link)

Whether it was twisty or spiralling, it was a pain in the arse when you were hungover.

Bryn flopped himself onto the couch. "Just about," he said, raking his hand back through his fair hair. So there was his jumper, he realised, looking at Melinda. But what about his t-shirt? An image of the roof came into his mind's eye, so he resolved to check up there once he had regained more control of his body. "I feel like something died in my mouth."

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_melinda_
2015-02-25 04:59 pm UTC (link)

Unconsciously Melinda ran her tongue over her teeth; yeah, Bryn’s comparison of how his mouth felt was pretty accurate. Either that or like a baby dragon had left its diaper behind. Filling two mugs with the warm water, she let the tea steep and the bread toast while she poured two shot glasses of the blue liquid in the flask she had found.

With everything loaded onto a tray, she carried it back to the living room, careful not to spill anything and cursing herself because she hadn’t a clue where her wand was. She paused for a moment when she saw Bryn; usually he was fully dressed when they were in each other’s company… and then she remembered that since she was wearing his sweater, he had a pretty good reason to shirtless right now. “I uhm…” she set the tray down on the coffee table, and handed him one of the shots of hang-over potion, “I’m not sure why this was on my bedroom floor.” Instinctively she pulled down on the hem, suddenly aware that she was only in her knickers.

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nowinaminute
2015-02-26 09:27 pm UTC (link)

Normally Bryn might have been wary about being handed a brightly-coloured shot first thing in the morning, he but he trusted Melinda. Besides, from what he had seen of her so far, Melinda wasn't in any sort of state to be offering him alcohol. It was just as well - he wasn't sure how much more his liver could take after all of last night's tequila.

"S'alright," Bryn murmured, knocking back the potion in one gulp. As soon as he swallowed, his head felt a little clearer. "I remember getting hot..." He glanced at Melinda, trying to avoid staring at her legs and feeling a whole lot more aware of his shirtless state. "Just not sure how I lost the t-shirt I was wearing too."

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_melinda_
2015-03-01 04:17 pm UTC (link)

Melinda quirked an eyebrow at Bryn having gotten hot before she gulped down her own Potion, wincing at the taste. “Bleargh,” she shuddered and sighed with relief when the worst of the wool in her head began lifting. “I remember some experimental concoctions,” she supplied, trying to piece together the previous evening as well. “And getting chilly at some point, and I think… I think you called me Cupcake?”

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nowinaminute
2015-03-03 02:51 pm UTC (link)

Bryn winced and stretched for a piece of toast. "Probably? Sorry 'bout that." While it wasn't uncommon for Bryn to resort to food-related nicknames, he usually drew the line when it came to the people who employed him. So while Seamus might sometimes be called 'boss', calling Melinda 'cupcake' was not ideal. "Sweet as you are, I won't be doing that again."

He munched on a bite of toast. "I think it might have been the experiments that did this to us."

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