Aftermath (Part 4)
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My body felt like someone had unplugged every nerve I had and left me a heap of bones and flesh in a bed. I don't think I could have moved if I tried. I hadn't attempted to open my eyes yet, and I have the distinct impression that was a good idea. What was IN those drinks?? I barely remember the party itself, and nothing of what happened afterward, but apparently I found a bedroom somewhere in this maze of a house and made use of it.
I remembered Heero singing 'Auld Lang Syne' at the top of his lungs, with Duo bringing up the harmony... Rashid was mixing those things they called drink... Hilde was passed out on the couch by ten, and Quatre and Trowa were discussing ways to embarrass the hell out of her upon waking. Remind me never to pass out around those two. As an indistinct grumble came from the other side of the bed, I froze.
Too late. I must have passed out before they did... Damnit.
The sobering effect of waking up in a strange place with a strange person should never be underestimated. Ever. Somehow, I had to wonder if the room was bugged so that those two could get a perverse pleasure out of watching their 'victims' wake. I slipped from the bed as quietly as I could then, and tried to find my clothes. No luck. There was, however, a robe in the closet and I donned it quickly, heading for the door. In the hallway, I was stopped as I ran into Trowa... naked... with a tray of bread and juice in his hands.
"What the hell are you doing, Barton?" I tried my best to glare, but at that moment, I wasn't sure if I could have frightened a kitten. Something about trying to look fierce with your hair in your face, wrapped up in a pink bathrobe. PINK?!?? That does it, someone's going to die.
He just looked at me with that impassive gaze of his and shrugged. "Relena's not doing too well, so I'm bringing her something to try and calm her stomach."
It took me a moment to digest that. I think I stood there with my mouth agape for a few moments, and it was obvious what was going through my mind.
"Yes, I woke up with Relena. Heero is currently being used as a pillow by Lady Une and Dorothy and Hilde are on the couch."
I did a mental count as he spoke, and when I came up with the names and faces that remained unmentioned, I shuddered faintly. I still didn't know who was back in the room behind me, curled up in the blankets. "I see..." I started, thinking a bit more. "So basically, everyone's going to wind up never living this night down, and I may as well make the best of it, right?"
"Right."
I could accept that. For now. Then again, *I* wasn't the one who woke up with Relena, so I counted myself lucky in that respect. She and I never really got along. Shrugging faintly, I just turned around, walked back into the room and closed the door. Leaning against it a moment, I wondered exactly what-.. err... who I would find on the other side of the room.
"Maxwell. It's got to be Maxwell. Quatre would be just that sadistic. It had BETTER not be Trieze, although if I remember right, he was far too sober towards the end of the night." I wasn't really aware that I was rambling to myself until I heard a voice answer from the bed.
"You'll be happy to know that I'm not Maxwell OR Trieze, thank you." Slightly dazed eyes peered over the edge of the blanket along with a shock of curly hair. She didn't appear to happy at being woken up yet, and if she had been drinking as much as I apparently had, I couldn't fault her for it. She was right about one thing though... it was far better than some of the alternatives.
I sighed then, smiling faintly and heading back towards the bed. As I sat down on the edge of it, she arranged herself so that she was covered by the blanket. No doubt she was suffering from the same lack of clothing that I was. This was going to be an interesting morning, to say the least.
"Look on the bright side, Wufei. I'm not as bad off as Relena is, I won't make you go get me breakfast."
"Maybe... but your brother might have a few words for me if he finds out about this."
"Trowa was in on it with Quatre at the beginning, he just can't hold his alcohol worth a damn and got nailed as well." Catherine smirked faintly, tilting her head to the side. "Besides... if I'd woken up with HIM, it would have just been creepy."
"Point taken. Shall we go find the others or wait until someone comes knocking?" I should have been warned by the mischievous smirk that crossed her face.
"Let `em wonder." She said, moments before grabbing the robe and pulling me back into the bed.
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TBC
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My body felt like someone had unplugged every nerve I had and left me a heap of bones and flesh in a bed. I don't think I could have moved if I tried. I hadn't attempted to open my eyes yet, and I have the distinct impression that was a good idea. What was IN those drinks?? I barely remember the party itself, and nothing of what happened afterward, but apparently I found a bedroom somewhere in this maze of a house and made use of it.
I remembered Heero singing 'Auld Lang Syne' at the top of his lungs, with Duo bringing up the harmony... Rashid was mixing those things they called drink... Hilde was passed out on the couch by ten, and Quatre and Trowa were discussing ways to embarrass the hell out of her upon waking. Remind me never to pass out around those two. As an indistinct grumble came from the other side of the bed, I froze.
Too late. I must have passed out before they did... Damnit.
The sobering effect of waking up in a strange place with a strange person should never be underestimated. Ever. Somehow, I had to wonder if the room was bugged so that those two could get a perverse pleasure out of watching their 'victims' wake. I slipped from the bed as quietly as I could then, and tried to find my clothes. No luck. There was, however, a robe in the closet and I donned it quickly, heading for the door. In the hallway, I was stopped as I ran into Trowa... naked... with a tray of bread and juice in his hands.
"What the hell are you doing, Barton?" I tried my best to glare, but at that moment, I wasn't sure if I could have frightened a kitten. Something about trying to look fierce with your hair in your face, wrapped up in a pink bathrobe. PINK?!?? That does it, someone's going to die.
He just looked at me with that impassive gaze of his and shrugged. "Relena's not doing too well, so I'm bringing her something to try and calm her stomach."
It took me a moment to digest that. I think I stood there with my mouth agape for a few moments, and it was obvious what was going through my mind.
"Yes, I woke up with Relena. Heero is currently being used as a pillow by Lady Une and Dorothy and Hilde are on the couch."
I did a mental count as he spoke, and when I came up with the names and faces that remained unmentioned, I shuddered faintly. I still didn't know who was back in the room behind me, curled up in the blankets. "I see..." I started, thinking a bit more. "So basically, everyone's going to wind up never living this night down, and I may as well make the best of it, right?"
"Right."
I could accept that. For now. Then again, *I* wasn't the one who woke up with Relena, so I counted myself lucky in that respect. She and I never really got along. Shrugging faintly, I just turned around, walked back into the room and closed the door. Leaning against it a moment, I wondered exactly what-.. err... who I would find on the other side of the room.
"Maxwell. It's got to be Maxwell. Quatre would be just that sadistic. It had BETTER not be Trieze, although if I remember right, he was far too sober towards the end of the night." I wasn't really aware that I was rambling to myself until I heard a voice answer from the bed.
"You'll be happy to know that I'm not Maxwell OR Trieze, thank you." Slightly dazed eyes peered over the edge of the blanket along with a shock of curly hair. She didn't appear to happy at being woken up yet, and if she had been drinking as much as I apparently had, I couldn't fault her for it. She was right about one thing though... it was far better than some of the alternatives.
I sighed then, smiling faintly and heading back towards the bed. As I sat down on the edge of it, she arranged herself so that she was covered by the blanket. No doubt she was suffering from the same lack of clothing that I was. This was going to be an interesting morning, to say the least.
"Look on the bright side, Wufei. I'm not as bad off as Relena is, I won't make you go get me breakfast."
"Maybe... but your brother might have a few words for me if he finds out about this."
"Trowa was in on it with Quatre at the beginning, he just can't hold his alcohol worth a damn and got nailed as well." Catherine smirked faintly, tilting her head to the side. "Besides... if I'd woken up with HIM, it would have just been creepy."
"Point taken. Shall we go find the others or wait until someone comes knocking?" I should have been warned by the mischievous smirk that crossed her face.
"Let `em wonder." She said, moments before grabbing the robe and pulling me back into the bed.
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TBC