Who: Wind Dancer and Ursus What: Waking up after getting smashed When: Sunday morning Where: Omega Base Warnings: None, maybe some hangover cursing.
Lucien woke in a dull fog and a long drawn out groan/growl of pain. His brain felt four sizes too big for his skull and every part of his body ached right down to the hair on his head that he didn't even have. It was bad when imaginary hair hurt. Good lord, he hadn't been this hungover since he was a teenager and didn't know his limits (or at least have the good sense to drink water to keep from dehydrating).
The vague and fuzzy memory of some damn good 150 proof rum drifted lazily into his mind as well as his companion for drinking that rum. Had she gone back to her room? He couldn't remember but then again he couldn't remember much of last night. They'd talked but by then they'd been pretty smashed and who knows what he'd said. There'd been a movie too, he sort of remembered that, but mostly he had a memory of having a good time and laughing a lot and not just from the rum.
With another grunt of pain, Lucien turned on his side and found his face full of hair. That was odd because he'd already established in his mind that he had no hair so whose was this? Draping his arm over the body's hip, he ran his hand along the curves until he found a breast, a hip and oh shit. This was Fia. And he'd just groped her on accident. "Morning," he mumbled, wondering if she was even awake (and hoping she wasn't).