sandy can't you see, I'm in misery

[longbowhunter]

❝the Morning After meme❞
	•Start a thread for each of your characters. It works better if you avoid a catch-all. •Other people comment as though their characters have suddenly woken up next to yours. Anons can comment suggesting who should wake up together. •If it's too creepy or cracked out, you obviously don't have to do it. •Spam accounts are totally welcome as well! •The first person who says they're late has to wakeup with Zoidberg.

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[waiting]

[aggressiveapathy]

[Welp. Footloose did warn us about where dancing leads to. So here they are, April sprawled out on top, sleeping more on him than the bed itself. Because no matter the apathy level, deep down? She's a cuddler.]

[waiting]

[ Coincidentally enough, Bradbury's a cuddler too, and his bulk means he really is more used to people sleeping on top of him. Since the alternative would be a lot more uncomfortable for everyone. His arm's draped around her back and he's not... snoring, but he's sleeping with his mouth open, snorting occasionally. ]

[aggressiveapathy]

[In the dead of night, it's not an issue. Now, close to the time her alarm normally goes off (aka, way too god damn early in the morning thanks to freaking Mitch), the snorting is starting to break through to her. She shifts over, turning her head from one side to the other as she frowns.]

Babe...Babe. Turn over or something.

[waiting]

[ Even in sleep (or as he's slowly waking up, half-conscious drowsiness) Bradbury's pretty responsive to being ordered around, so he grunts something that might be vaguely an affirmative, shifting a little so he's a little on his side, turned in toward her. He's in the same clothes he fell into bed with last night, T-shirt and old jeans fraying at the hems.

Wait a second.

"Babe?" ]

[aggressiveapathy]

[Shhh, don't think. April certainly isn't, just happy the mostly asleep orders were obeyed, and curling right back up into a more comfortable (and now more quiet) position.]

s'better.

[clobberin]

[ there is not

enough

space

on this bed

or maybe the two of them are just way too huge for sharing one bed lmfao god but ben sure is trying, sleeping with his back snug against bradbury's and SNORING PRETTY LOUDLY sorry......... ]

back to back ajgklasdgjas LMFAO GOD THESE TWO ARE SO CUTE OK

[waiting]

[ with these two around, you'd need a king, possibly two of them. bradbury was pretty much solidly out of it a few minutes ago, but it's around the time in the morning he gets up to jog before going to drive mitch in to work (meaning ridiculously fucking early, if he wants to actually be able to beat their boss before he decides to just walk to city hall) so he's starting to wake up, just in time to catch ben really let one rip.

still half-asleep, he jabbed an elbow backward into ben's ribs. ]

Knock it off. Some of us are trying to sleep in.

ADORABROS TBH

[clobberin]

[ ben makes a sort of grumbling noise when he's elbowed in the ribs, but it does get him to stop snoring. instead, he's curling up tighter in the sheets for a minute before he reaches behind himself to bat sleepily at bradbury.

mumbling, half-awake: ]

Go back to sleep. I'll make ya breakfast later.

I LIKE HOW NEITHER OF THEM IS FREAKING OUT

[waiting]

You'd better.

[ bradbury just kind of grunts as he's swatted in turn, turning his head so he can bury his face further into his side of the pillow. the only pillow, by the way. maybe the smallness of the bed is explained by the fact that they're really on more of a bunk, having requisitioned some poor sap's yacht for their weekend off.

there's a bit of pain when he moved to try and shift himself to a better position though, a tell-tale tightness of skin that could only mean one thing and had his eyes shooting open. ]

Shit, which one of you let me get a tattoo?

I GUESS THE SHEER MASCULINITY IN THIS THREAD MUST HAVE A CALMING EFFECT

[clobberin]

[ ben doesn't seem to mind the lack of pillows on his side though. he's warm, and comfortable enough considering there's barely enough room in this bunk for one dude, let alone two giant ones. he could probably sleep another half hour easily, but he stirs again when he feels bradbury move against his back, and the tone of his voice makes ben reluctantly open his eyes.

propping himself up on one arm and rubbing at his eyes sleepily, he squints at bradbury, half-awake and rough-voiced when he responds: ]

Don't 'member. Is it bad?

[doubleoohbaby]

[Apparently even James can lose his inhibitions sometimes, which sort of explains the reason he's sprawled out in bed.

Laying on his side, Bond still takes up much of the bed, an arm slung across Bradbury for comfort while he snoozes comfortably, silent as the dead.]

[waiting]

[ Thanks to Bond's bed-hogging tendencies, Bradbury's been crammed to the end of it, one arm draping over the edge and onto the floor, fingertips still brushing against a bottle of whatever they imbibed to get them here. His button-up's been undone to show the undershirt beneath, which is riding a little up his belly.

He twitches, a little, brow furrowed even in sleep like he's working over a problem he can't figure out how to solve. ]

[doubleoohbaby]

[Bradbury may have managed to keep some clothing on, but Bond hasn't been quite so successful, completely naked and having kicked off most the covers, though there's still a thankful sliver of sheets tossed across his hips and groin. To be fair, getting James naked isn't difficult.

There's a bottle of vodka on Bond's side, nestled on the bedside table with only about a finger of vodka left in the bottom, cast aside in favour of whatever other activities they'd managed to get up to during the night.

With the twitch under his arm, James stirs- as light of a sleeper as he is- though only to nestle in closer towards Bradbury for warmth and purr out a low, mumbled and highly chauvinistic;] Make me a coffee, gorgeous.

C R Y I N G

[waiting]

[ Normally, Bradbury's not the deepest of sleepers himself, at least not unless he's managed to exhaust himself somehow, which he apparently has. The sudden shift of weight against him and that voice are enough to trip warning bells off somewhere in his subconscious, and he frowns, still half-asleep, grumbling out his reply. ]

Make it yourself, asshole. [ A beat. ]

What the fuck? [ Bradbury jolts out of bed like he's been hit by lightning, scrambling out from being half-under Bond and all but falling to the floor -- sadly, taking the sheets with him, even as his knees hit the floor with a thump that makes him curse and sends a gentle wave of pain throbbing right up into his head. ] Shit.

sexy beasts

[doubleoohbaby]

[The jolt is enough to break Bond out of his dozing, grunting out his displeasure at the sudden scramble of movement though letting Bradbury (and the sheets) go.

Wait.

Bradbury?

What the hell did they even get up to last night-- on second thought, best not to think too hard on it. Bond's naked and there was alcohol involved. Forever regretting all his decisions in life when alcohol is involved.]

Good morning to you too. [Still on his side and not bothering to cover up, James merely props himself up on an elbow to stare down at Bradbury.]

[viced]

[ Wow if he only knew what was happening, but shit he is sleeping. For once. He's not a heavy sleeper, but for some reason, he's actually sleeping.

Which means he's silent as the grave and still as a mouse. At least there aren't nightmares right now. ]

[waiting]

[ We all know the only way Mitch would be this unconscious is if he were drugged or something.

Bradbury's the first to come out of it, jerking out of sleep when he feels a cold draft against his -- he looks down and barely bites down the yelp of alarm, because where the fuck are his clothes? ]

[viced]

[ Well, he doesn't get enough of it bitten down to rouse the Mayor, who blinks a few times, his eyes squinting even now, before.

Oh.






Fuck.

He's about to kick himself out of the bed and onto the floor, but shit normally he has a bit more in terms of support, and--

Oh fuck. ]

[waiting]

[ Jerking away sounds like a good idea right about now. When Mitch flails away, about to fall off the bed, Bradbury's eyes widen in shock, and he moves on instinct, grabbing Mitch by the arm and yanking him back towards the bed (and Bradbury) before he can hurt himself.

Which has the unfortunately side effect of bringing them into full-body contact for all of one split second before it's Bradbury's turn to jerk away, grimacing as he lets Mitch go.

Shit. No hangover, no immediate sign of their personal belongings, no memory of how they got here, shit, have they been kidnapped? ]

[viced]

[ Good thing he does, or Mitch was about to make a repeat performance shooting himself off the bed. As it stands, he's heaving breaths, wide-eyed and trying to figure out if this is a dream, or if this is a nightmare, or if this is (through some terrible, horrifying thing) actually happening.

He grabs for a pillow because yeah there's no way he's going to let that go flying around his fucking bodyguard.

There's certainly an agitated edge to his motions. Like fuck he wants to be in this position, but he's going to be the first one who speaks. ]

What the fuck!?

[cheerhealer]

[ She wakes up when her comm goes off with her morning alarm. 6:30 AM; man, already? She groans softly and rolls over, legs up in the air to fling over off of her bed. Only it's not the ground that she touches first. ]

What- [ She rubs her eyes, foot resting on somebody's hip that was definitely not her own. And they were most likely a man. She doesn't scream. She doesn't do much of anything but stare. This wasn't happening, was it?

She pokes him with her toe. What the hell. ]

LMAO GOD WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO HIM

[waiting]

[ Bradbury hasn't woken up in anyone else's bed in a long time, but he's surprisingly sleeping well for all that. At least until he gets poked at. And then he grunts, eyes blearily opening, as he stares at a ceiling that... well, it looks a lot like his own, but what's nudging at him.

He turns his head, and freezes. ]

Ah, shit. [ Thankfully, as he scrambles off the edge of the bed, he's apparently fully clothed, so whatever else they got up to can't have been that bad, right? ]

because of love and stuff

[cheerhealer]

[ Claire's hoping for the same thing. She's wearing sweats and a tshirt still. ]

What are you doing in my bed? [ She's somewhere between horrified and confused. ]

[waiting]

Your-- [ He takes a second to look down, then side to side, and he shuts his eyes. No hangover, so why can't he...? ]

I ... have no idea. [ He winces, getting to his feet, and tries shaking it off. ]