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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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.]

[waiting]

[ Bradbury, flat on his face and wincing from the strain, is thankfully not in a position to appreciate Bond in all his naked glory. He groans, pressing his head against what is probably James' very expensive flooring. He doesn't feel the need to hurl, but he almost wishes he did. ]

I feel like crap warmed over. [ He pushes himself up a little, groaning as his banged-up knees protest. ] Is this your house?

[doubleoohbaby]

Well, it's certainly not your home. [That's not a yes or no.

He's watching Bradbury with interest, carefully scanning through memories and possible scenarios of the previous night, trying to remember the lead up to him naked in bed with a fellow protector.]

You drank a lot. [So did Bond. He just happens to have an extremely high tolerance. Even more so thanks to his powers.]

[waiting]

I think I figured that part out. [ Pain makes his voice raspier than it should be, but he reins it in as he pushes himself to his feet, exhaling with the effort and managing to totter only a little as he gets vertical.

Which brings him right in time to see-- he groans, turning away. ] You mind putting some pants on?

[ While he's a little rumpled, it's only what you'd expect from someone who collapsed into bed fully-clothed; there aren't any obvious signs that something untoward happened, but one can never tell. ]

[doubleoohbaby]

[Bond seems content to lay there and stare, while completely naked. Yup. Don't mind him.]

Yes, I do mind. [He'd much rather avoid pant wearing if at all possible, thanks.]

You mind getting me some coffee?

[Bradbury is, after all, the clothed one and the one on his feet. Only seems fair.]

[waiting]

[ He would give Bond a dirty look, but hey, if he was in the same situation, he'd do the same. ]

Need to know which way the kitchen is, first. [ He picks his way over to the door - wow, there are a lot of bottles and cans around, though they're surprisingly neatly organized - and pushes it open, cautiously peeking out. ]

[doubleoohbaby]

Open plan. You can't really miss it.

[It's a damn nice penthouse suite through that door as well. Very little in the way of walls and doors, but he likes his privacy for the bedroom and bathrooms.]

Suppose I've got to show you where everything is. [Which sort of defeats the whole point, but he's managing to haul his naked ass out of bed and trail after Bradbury, stretching his arms over his head with a heavy yawn.]