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Eleanor Monarch-Sparke is the Black Canary (skree) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2011-06-18 22:02:00

Who: Nell Rex-Wood and Lucas Davies
What: The best roommate in the world helps his young friend deal with her first hangover
Where: Bathos 601
When: The morning after the masque
Warnings: None.


Nell groaned and rolled over, scrunching her eyelids together in an attempt to keep the light out. It wasn’t time to wake up yet; she had barely slept! Besides, everything in her body hurt right now, and her head... god her head felt like someone was had turned a jackhammer on inside her skull and wandered off on a long hike. The worst part though? The fact that the pain got worse the more she thought about it.

It took Nell a few moments to figure out what was going on. Last night was the masque at the Black Pearl. She had gone as the saloon girl and had a few drinks and... oh god she had lost her mind and tried to seduce Aaron. With another groan, Nell pushed herself into a sitting position. Not thinking about Aaron right now, she told herself firmly. The drinking was probably why she was in so much pain. This must be one of those hangovers that people she knew always complained about. And with the amount of pain she was in, it was no wonder that they moaned so much.

She stumbled to her feet a little groggily, her equilibrium still a little out of whack. Where was Lucas? Was he still asleep? Why was there so much pain?

Upon arriving home, hours before the party had drawn to a close, Lucas had promptly swallowed his favourite cocktail of pills before collapsing into bed, the remains of his costume still in place. So when Nell rose, he was still fast asleep, the bottle of pills still in his hand, face buried in his pillow. The night had been an adventure, one he knew was going to have repercussions and ripples of effect throughout the near future. But right now? He didn’t want to think about it. So he slept, dreamless and dead to the world.

Nell puttered around the kitchen for a few minutes, focusing on hydrating her parched throat. But there’s only so much a person can do at 6 in the morning on a Sunday before getting bored. Especially when all they can do is wince at the throbbing in their head and the memory of the night before. So Nell did what any sane person in her situation would do. She went to Lucas’s room, and climbed into bed besides him.

“Make it go away,” she grumbled by way of greeting.

He stirred slightly as Nell climbed into bed beside him, grumbling and pulling his face from the pillow, arm moving and sending the pill bottle rolling. “Morning to you too, sunshine,” Lucas said with a yawn, still half-dazed with sleep and drugs, and he didn’t so much as wake up as respond automatically to her presence. “Drink water. Have aspirin. You’ll survive, love.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been in so much pain. Even when I broke my leg.” Hungover and dazed, Nell didn’t realize that Lucas might wonder how she had broken her leg in the first place. It was definitely too early in their relationship for the ‘my mother was crazy and sent me out as a vigilante when I was twelve’ conversation. “Why do people even drink?”

“First time drinking enough to feel it the day after?” Lucas laughed tiredly, cracking open one eye so he could look at his roommate. Groaning, he reached out and pulled her in for a one-armed hug, giving her back a pat in sympathy. “And it’s a good question. Wrong person to be asking, I believe, considering how I feel this morning.” Settling back in, he stifled a yawn by turning his face into his pillow, sparing her the ‘morning after a party’ breath. “Sorry. Still woozy. So not a morning person.”

“I think I was possessed last night.” Nell snuggled closer under his arm, before turning to stare at the ceiling. “I’ve only had a few beers before, but I was throwing down liquor as if I was a pro.” She winced again, as memories of the other things she had believed herself a professional at came back to the surface. “I’ve thought about what could have made me lose my mind like that, and it has to be possession. Or else I was drugged and made to hallucinate.”

“I’m blaming it on Seattle’s uniqueness.” He stifled another yawn, sinking back into the mattress. “Though hallucination would be good. I think I was attempting to seduce my best mate’s boyfriend last night.” An unfortunate situation, one he should have thought to stop, but the atmosphere last night did not make for the most rational of decision-making. “Your dignity still intact, love? Or do we have to go and fetch it from somewhere?”

“The crazy just won’t stop. First I find out that my dad might not be my dad, and now this.” She swallowed, hard. “Makes me want to cut and run at times.” Nell’s eyes grew wide with surprise at Lucas’s revelation. “You too, then? I was convinced I actually was a Saloon girl and tried to... seduce a ghostbuster. Who turned out to be Aaron.” Nell’s cheeks flushed with residual embarrassment. “It didn’t work because he’s the nicest person on the planet, but I’m pretty sure I flashed him way more than appropriate.” She covered her face with her hands. “Freaking Corset.”

“Hey now, no hiding like that,” Lucas said, rolling to sit up, pulling her hands away from her face. “You looked fine. And you were showing no more than most girls do on a daily basis. So don’t go beating yourself up about it.” Flopping back down, Lucas twisted, trying to get comfortable, still in his own costume, or at least the majority of it. “It seemed we took on our costumes, in a most literal manner. I drank absinthe with Oscar Wilde. How often can a bloke say that?”

Nell didn’t fight Lucas as he pulled her hands away. “Absinthe with Oscar Wilde doesn’t sound so bad as trying to ravish a poor, unsuspecting boy. I remember thinking that I was so experienced in the ways of the world.” A short laugh escaped her throat. “Clearly, hallucinating.” Something poked Nell’s head as she moved, and she paused to remove the offending object. It was a bobby pin; she must have forgotten to pull it out when she took of the brown wig. “Tell me about Mr. Wilde. Something to distract me from wanting to drown in a pool of shame.”

“And there’s something wrong with trying to ravish a poor, unsuspecting boy?” Lucas laughed at that, shaking his head in amusement, the world coming into focus the longer he was awake. “And Wilde was... interesting. We talked, we drank, and then things became rather less enjoyable as he began to doubt and I put two and two together after he told me his name.” One shoulder shrugged up slightly. “Nothing happened, mind you, but the situation was awkward.” Lucas paused, giving her a look of consideration. “You won’t speak of this to anyone, will you?”

“There is when he’s your friend in costume and has absolutely no interest in you!” Nell nodded. “Yeah, sounds a lot like my night, except we didn’t figure it out until he was helping me out the door.” She rolled onto her side, propping herself up on an arm. “And of course I won’t tell anyone. Was he good looking, at least?”

A nod of his head was his answer, smiling to himself as he rolled over onto his back, one arm folded over his stomach, looking up towards the ceiling. “You should call him. Aaron, was it? And talk to him. I’m sure things are hardly as embarrassing as you are making them out to be. I think a lot of people shall be making calls after that party.”

“I’ll text him when my head’s not trying to escape from inside my skull.” Nell definitely didn’t have the strength for that awkward conversation yet. “And trust me, they were. Had the ghostbuster been any other guy... yeah, I don’t want to think about that.” She reached an arm our and poked Lucas in the chest. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“About whether he was good looking?” Lucas laughed at that, tugging the blankets back up around him before he gave a nod of his head. “My memory says yes, but considering the costumes we all wore, I don’t know how much of what I saw was truly him. I hardly think he’s a troll in appearance, however, if my friend is fond of him.”

“That sucks.” Nell declared, making a face. “That he’s with your friend, I mean. I think things would have been ten times worse if Aaron wasn’t single.” Pulling down her hand from where it was propping up her head, Nell slumped back down onto the pillow. “Well, at least we only mildly embarrassed ourselves last night. It could have been so much worse. Like my head.”

Lucas pushed himself up to sit, tucking the blankets in around Nell gently. “Did you take anything? For the headache, I mean.” He snatched the bottle of pills that was laying askew on the sheets, tossing it into the drawer of his bedside table as he got out of bed. “I need to get something to drink. I’ll grab you something, if you’d like.”

“I drank some water, but didn’t know what else to do,” she shrugged sheepishly. “You said aspirin, right? I guess some of that can’t hurt.” She watched him head towards the door. “And where’s kitty? You should see if we can convince her to come snuggle.”

“You just need to sleep it off. But I’ll get you some aspirin. And see if Sylvie is out of hiding. I think she’s terrified of the new world we’ve plopped her into.” Grinning, Lucas tucked her in a bit more. “You stay put. I’ll be back shortly, hmm?” And he disappeared from the room, sounds coming from the bathroom as he went about an abbreviated version of his morning routine.

Nell chuckled. “She’s a sassy kitty. She’ll be queen of this place before you know it.” Nell curled her knees up into a comfortable position. “Mmkay,” she said softly, not knowing whether Lucas could hear her or not. She turned her concentration towards ignoring the racket in her brain. What wouldn’t she give right now to be able to take her head off and put it on a table until it stopped trying to kill her? “Stop it already,” she mumbled, before realizing that she was talking out loud. Great. Now she was going insane to boot.

It was nearly twenty minutes later before Lucas returned, a glass of water in hand along with a bottle of aspirin. “Got some aspirin and some water. Sylvie is hiding under the couch and I’m in no shape to pull her out right now.” He sat the glass down on the bedside table, waiting for some response. When he got none, Lucas couldn’t help his laugh. “Asleep already,” he murmured, shaking his head. The aspirin joined the glass of water on the table before he slipped back into bed beside her. Too early to be awake, he thought, and it wasn’t long before he, too, fell asleep.