Chapter One: Palex?
It started with a party.
The morning after brought to light two drunken hook-ups; a stolen car; an accidentally sold house and a suitcase filled with money.
Oh, and everyone involved, doesn't remember a thing from the previous night.
Hmm…
Alex awoke with a thrashing headache; she hated hangovers. It had been years since she actually had one, but she never forgot what they felt like.
Hell.
Every little thing that made a sound in the room, pounded in her head. Her body felt numb, her stomach torn inside out. The thought of even opening her eyes fully caused an even harsher migraine.
Yep, this was a hangover. She remembered them well.
The only thing she didn't remember was where she was, or how she got there. She just knew there was a bed, a comfy bed, with a lot of sheets and pillows.
Vegas was the first thought, her not really knowing anyone who had the alcohol to cause this bad of a hangover; but then again, what the hell would she be doing in Vegas?
There could've been a party, a party gone out of hand.
Before she could figure out anything, she had to at least sit up to see if her surroundings were at all familiar. Alex managed the strength to pull herself up in the bed; she groaned at how weak she felt…and how nude?
Alex peaked under the covers that surrounded her; she was definitely lacking clothes.
"Great," she muttered, lightly brushing a hand through her hair.
With what she could make out, the bedroom didn't look familiar at all. The walls were painted gray, a dresser stood a few feet away from the bed and a stereo system sat in one of the corners. Nothing. Nothing was familiar…or that clear.
Suddenly, the heap of blankets beside her began to rustle. Movement was going on.
"Oh no," Alex whispered. Putting two-and-two together when she remembered she was naked. "Crap. Crap. Crap." She panicked, her aching body suddenly shaking.
She didn't want to, but she knew she had to look over to see who it was.
She had to.
Sooner or later they'd come face-to-face; Alex was too hungover and weak to move out of bed.
Alex winced looking over the blankets, preparing for the worst to be discovered.
"Oh my god,"
Sure enough.
"Alex?" the other person said, apparently awake as well and just as curious.
"P-Peter?"
They looked at each other, wide-eyed, jaws nearly dropped to the mattress.
"Oh my-"Alex started. The sudden urge to hurl came upon her. "Oh god-" she leaned over her side of the bed and let it out. Chunks and all.
The sound of it made Peter want to…
He didn't bother to move. He puked right in the blankets.
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Note: Always wanted to do one of these "misshaped" party fics for the longest time but never really started on one. Tell me what you think of that pairing.