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Post by Mercutio on Mar 27, 2009 19:18:33 GMT -5
Mercutio squinted out when he heard shifting, just in time to see László very sensibly take refuge under a pillow. Yeah. He needed to invest in some damned curtains.
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Post by László on Mar 27, 2009 19:42:21 GMT -5
Lying there the way he was, it made it easier for him to attempt ignoring the headache and trying to sleep it off. Eventually, he did fall asleep, nestling a bit under the covers.
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Post by Mercutio on Mar 27, 2009 20:16:33 GMT -5
And Mercutio was right behind him.
* * *
When he woke up, the slant of the sun on the walls was much, much higher. But- his hangover was gone. Oh, well, mostly gone, just the vaguest headache-y leftovers, but still. Mercutio had always been a fast recoverer. He sat up, looked around, and with some small amount of malicious delight prodded László in the side, wondering whether he was alive yet.
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Post by László on Mar 27, 2009 20:19:53 GMT -5
László groaned, then attempted to wave away whoever it was that was poking him in the ribs.
"'m sleepin'." He mumbled.
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Post by Mercutio on Mar 27, 2009 20:25:07 GMT -5
"Not anymore." Another prod. "Rise and shine or I'll throw an apple at your head."
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Post by László on Mar 27, 2009 20:26:50 GMT -5
"Mffbrgl," was the response...but he at least turned his head so he wasn't face down anymore.
"Stop poking me."
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Post by Mercutio on Mar 27, 2009 20:32:50 GMT -5
Sickeningly sweet, "I can braid your hair instead if you'd like."
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Post by László on Mar 27, 2009 20:35:40 GMT -5
László's hair, unfortunately, was long enough for that to be possible. He shook his head.
"No, I'm fine, thanks."
Hmm. That headache wasn't as bad as it had been earlier. He could actually think now. And remember things. And resist the urge to facepalm.
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Post by Mercutio on Mar 27, 2009 20:45:27 GMT -5
Oh, good, the threat seemed to have worked. László was awake now. Mercutio propped his chin up in one hand, lounging comfortably completely naked and without any apparent desire to become clothed any time soon. He grinned at the other, exactly as if he could read his thoughts.
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Post by László on Mar 27, 2009 20:54:31 GMT -5
He smiled back a bit tentatively.
"Ah...where are we?"
They were at an inn, he remembered, but he couldn't recall which one it was. There were a ton of inns in Paris.
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Post by Mercutio on Mar 27, 2009 21:02:05 GMT -5
Mercutio shrugged. "I dunno, some little inn. 'S got something about red in its name."
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Post by László on Mar 27, 2009 21:09:22 GMT -5
He laughed a little.
"Le Rouge something something?"
Well, that wasn't much better, but it was a start. He ran a hand through his hair, which was already messy enough to not be affected by that.
"Well, for a first getting-so-drunk-I-don't-remember-some-things, this turned out rather well."
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Post by Mercutio on Mar 27, 2009 21:21:17 GMT -5
"I find it often does." Mercutio yawned decisively. "Nothing ventured, nothing gained, roll with the punches, devour the drink, etc., etc., ad nauseum."
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Post by László on Mar 27, 2009 21:24:53 GMT -5
"Mmmyes."
He sat up, stretching.
"But, don't think it'll be that easy to get me in bed again." He said with a little smirk.
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Post by Mercutio on Mar 27, 2009 21:32:00 GMT -5
"Ohhh?" Mercutio looked instantly more intrigued. "That's really a shame. I thought last night that if you were having difficulties, if you were fickle... well, I was willing to give you the benefit of both doubt and drink. But, maybe that's just you...?" He was grinning, which sort of gave away his ploy.
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