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Post by Max Madden on Dec 23, 2015 18:46:44 GMT 2
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[attr="class","petit"] [break] [attr="class","petitcontent"] [attr="class","petitcontentstyle"] [attr="class","petitfirstletter"]T he night Before: [break] The kiss did not phase Jacob. It wasn't surprising given how drunk he was. Was he not drunk, he would have probably never accepted the dare. And here you were again Max, taking advantage of the weak. A bad habit he took from time to time, one that always backfired at him, and he knew this one would be no different, even though surely none of them will truly remember what happened. Whatever they will remember will only seem like a dream, something that only happened in their head, and they would be too ashamed to even talk about it, too unsure, uncertain to dare acknowledge it. [break] [break] The cop was laying on the side, witnessing the two keeping on the drinking. Jacob gulped half of what was left and Ruby soon followed by drinking as much as she could as well before handing the bottle over to him. He looked up at her, letting his eyes wander down until his eyes met the obvious bottle in front of his face. He grumbled and took it, sitting upright. There was barely anything left, but it was too much for him to safely drink without being sick. He took a sip, closing his eyes as he calmly sat on the bed, watching as the two simply laid down, ready to pass out it seemed. He found himself observing them perhaps a little too long, too much in detail. The man drank the remaining of the bottle slowly, trying to keep his wits to avoid making himself sick. It would be a shame to leave the bottle completely empty. It had been a while since Max had been so drunk. Yes he was drunk at the masquerade, but in quite honesty, today was worse, he was just able to take it better since he ate and drank slowly. Jacob was right, the room was spinning, and soon enough Max finished the bottle, unable to stay upright any longer. He knew not where or how he laid down on the bed, all he knew was that the bottle slid away from his hand, empty. [break] [break] [break] The morning After [break] It was late in the morning, the house was calm without much of a sound, at least when Max started to wake up. Before that he knew he must have been snoring. The buzzing in his head was very pronounced, and familiar. He tried to remember a few things, tried to understand what happened and to separate what truly happened with his dreaming. Obviously there was no polar bear or tiger in the room, so that was a good thing, but he remembered being rather scared of the two animals. He slowly started to understand where he was, and what had happened. They got fucking drunk, that's what happened. And now that he slowly took notice of where he was and what was around him, Max didn't even understand how it all happened. He felt warmth on his skin, and also weight. He could feel warm breath in his ear and chest. That was awfully weird feeling but also comforting in a weird way, but he wouldn't dare admit any of that. Ruby was like, half under him, curling her leg around his own while Jacob seemed to have ended up nesting on his chest, on top of the two. [break] [break] Max had no idea how they ended up like this for the entire night or even how it was possible that no one else woke up yet. Hang over was the best and worst. He was still lazily trying to understand the situation, looking around the room to remember everything. One of his arms was wrapped around Jacob while his other one had a hand on Ruby's thigh, softly holding it. Did he feel afraid to wake the two up, yes a little. But he also truly wanted to simply get up and start yelling at them both. He should refrain from that, knowing it wasn't a good option. Better laugh of the situation than try to make it a bad memory. Could they have done something out of the rules while they were drunk? Missed the control of everything and simply trailed onto paths they won't even remember? As far as he knew everyone still had a piece of clothing on them, despite the fact that they were obviously under-dressed. [break] [break] He didn't move and grunted, seeing the bottle of vodka has rolled to a corner of the room. As he looked further he saw the time and slowly, very slowly realized that he had to get to work. Dammit Madden, you can't go back to work now. Despite his heart speed climbing as he knew his boss won't be happy about it, he didn't dare move, remaining in the exact same position as he woke up. 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Post by Jacob Pierce on Dec 23, 2015 20:34:39 GMT 2
 Three sleeping beauties Also known as the morning after The first thing that crossed Jacob’s mind that morning was that he was really warm and really comfortable which made him unwilling to move. It was all quiet, and there was a certain kind of piece hanging around the room. There was pounding on his head that was bothersome though, he would have gone back to sleep if it wasn’t for the pain, there was also a horrible taste on his mouth, like he had swallowed an umbrella or something equally stupid, he didn’t open his eyes, afraid to see light or anything that could worsen his state. At first he didn’t recall what had happened the night before, his mind still spinning and dazed, the alcohol leaving it wrecked and disorganized. He didn’t want to try too hard to figure things out, anyway, thinking was also painful. He tried to ignore the pain and go back to sleep, burring his face into whatever he was laying on with soft groan. The warm surface was really nice, but unfortunately not enough to end the throbbing headache that assaulted him. Giving up, he finally opened his eyes, blearily looking at what turned out be someone’s chest, Max’s chest to be more specific. Why was Max on Jacob’s bed? He shifted on the spot, looking around room, seeing Ruby practically under Max and him, and the room was definitely not his. If he was more awake and less hungover, he would have pushed both of them away from him, but his mind was too occupied being in pain to muster any kind of horror or embarrassment. It finally dawned on him where he was. Moving boxes, Ruby’s new apartment, pizza and beer that turned into a drunkfest. He stared at one of the walls for a while, not bothering to move from his very comfortable position against Max. Slowly he pieced together what happening the night before, but there were still gaps on his memory, they decided to play drink games…? I have never and…. Truth. Or.. dare?? Maybe. He vaguely remembered trying to lick his own elbow, but nothing further than that. He groaned again, giving up trying to think, finally noticing he wasn’t wearing a shirt and neither was Max. But the most undressed of them was Ruby who was just on her underwear. He hoped no funny business happened with him so close, but underwear wasn’t naked, so he would give them the benefit of doubt. “I’m never drinking again.” He mumbled to himself, his voice not above a whisper, but the room was so quiet he wouldn’t be surprised if the other two heard. Were they even awake? He wasn’t sure, and didn’t care enough to check. He wanted some painkillers, maybe some strong coffee, but that required Jacob getting up, and he wasn’t ready for that. |
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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Dec 26, 2015 22:21:44 GMT 2
 one day you'll hear this song and understand that all along there's something more that i'm trying to say. It hurt like shit, man. Her arm wasn't even categorized as "fallen asleep" anymore, but hibernating or something worse. It felt like from her shoulder to the tip of her fingers, her left arm had been crushed under the weight of a 100kg marble block, dipped into ice and cut off from the joints. The pain was for sure not that horrible, but it induced those fucked up dreams to the blonde. And frankly, being hungover didn't help much either. Not only her arm, but her head hurt as well. The morning after was the worst invention ever.
It was like her brain had cramps, something up there contracted and kept itself tensed for a few seconds, then it relaxed again only to continue the painful loop. Beer, vodka, pizza and those two = worst combination ever. At least, for today and maybe tomorrow (but hopefully not) or for how long this hangover would last.
The room had lost its high temperature, the forgotten open window in the kitchen was like a life saver. And though, it was still warm, all around her, some heat surrounded her like more layers of a blanket, or more pillows.
Damn these pillows were heavy.
What the actual hell were those filled with? Fucking rocks? Ruby couldn't comprehend much of this situation, her mind was still a bit slow, her senses were just trying to recover from being bathed in alcohol, but she was damn sure of one thing: she couldn't breathe. As she regained her renses, signalling the process of waking up, the woman realised she felt a bit chilly, on the edges. With the arm stinging, one leg cold and the other wrapped around someone else's , her neck and face were warmed by the little blanket her golden locks made up. But someone was sitting on top of her in a less than comfortable manner. Whoever it was, they were pressing their weight on top of her chest and belly, giving her a fairly familliar sensation of suffocating. Her heart began racing,
and thank god she woke up. Her eyes opened slowly, taking in the light and trying to focus on the first object to come in sight- her bedroom's door. Her sleepy glare tried to shut itself down again, to go back to sleep, even if the surrounding, annoying pain wouldnt let her. Her brows furrowed together in a displeased look, away from the men's eyes hopefully.
Someone groaned. What. Who groaned?? It wasnt her! Ruby's free leg slowly retracted, moving itself on top of the other one and feeling some out of place heat right on her thigh. She trapped that hand there when she adjusted her position, untangling her own and Max's leg and crossing them on the sheets. Why was that hand there. Whose hand was that?? She couldnt even attempt to open her eyes again, she felt too fucked up to care to look around.
Now someone talked. Oh god, what the actuall hell was going on? Red's numb arm began that awful process of 'coming alive', giving her the sensation of having a blurred TV's screen instead of her limb, hundreds of ants walking on her skin. That was even nastier than the pain, geez. Her hand tried to twitch, Ruby's fingers attempting to close in a fist but failing, funny feeling. The voice sounded familiar, it was recognisable, could it be Jacob's? She wasnt sure. But that hand now between her thighs had to move. The woman inhaled deeply, the urge to stretch her body invading her mind while her now usable hands tried to move against whoever the fuck was crushing her, to push them off of her. "Move that hand or lose it." The threat came in a low toned whisper, since that was all she could manage at the moment. Keeping her eyes closed was also a defense mechanism. |
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Post by Max Madden on Dec 27, 2015 0:48:53 GMT 2
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[attr="class","petit"] [break] [attr="class","petitcontent"] [attr="class","petitcontentstyle"] [attr="class","petitfirstletter"]T You know that moment when you are lazily in your bed, half asleep and all cozy? Feeling so warm you believe you'll never be able to get up, but suddenly you realize that your alarm clock rang about thirty minutes ago and you need to run to work? Panic, wake up, run around the house while dressing up and you just burned all of your toast that served as your speed dial breakfast. Well that feeling, Max felt it right now, hit by a bullet by the situation. He had woken up in a bed with his two best friends, one with benefits after having a really drunk party. Also, skins, lots of them, touching and sticking together. Gross and sexy, bad thinking Max, what have you done again. He squinted, opening his eyes and looking at Jacob with a pained look. Never drink again? That's what they all say before doing it a few weeks later to experiment even further. He wanted to turn his head to the side, and kick it back to attempt to stretch before Ruby started to speak. A hand? What was she talking about_oh. He quickly removed his hand from her leg, and that hurried movement pained his brain, but also served to wake him up more. He rolled to the side to let Ruby breath, attempting to get up at the same time. [break][break] That action only resulted in aggravating his case of feeling ashamed and awkward. As he turned and tried to get up at the same time, he rolled to the side, bringing Jacob along and switching from being under to on top. He froze, crouched on top of the man in a very much unreasonable fashion with a sorry and ashamed frown as he noted his mistake. He tsk once and looked away, clearing his throat. "C'est pas possible d'être aussi con...." he mumbled in french. (it's not possible to be such an idiot) He moved away from Jacob and sat on the corner of the bed, feeling dizzy from all the moving while still being hungover. He looked at Ruby, a shot gaze really before turning his head away quickly, bringing a hand to his face to rub it. He let out a loud and long groan, letting his upper body slowly reach his knees. He remained that way for a little bit, trying to get some blood back to his brain before raising himself again. Oh the headache, the buzzing, the alcohol breath, the cold. Oh what, now he was cold? He was hot like a stove a minute ago! He picked up a pillow from the floor next to him and threw it at Ruby, barely dressed. He felt an awful tightness around his waist from his belt. That's what happens when you sleep in jeans Max, not the first time. [break][break] He looked back at Ruby, his eyes squinted in some sort of unhappy expression. "I'm sure it was your idea." he pointed a finger at her, not truly angry at her, but now he simply couldn't see himself drag his carcass to the PD until the afternoon. What if it already was the afternoon. Well it was nearly noon, so it might as well be the afternoon already. He crawled off the bed, heading for the living room to get his shirt then he came back with it, determined to make Ruby wear something else than just her lingery. "Argh, put this on please before somebody gets their eyes shot out" he crawled back onto the bed and attempted to putt the shirt onto Ruby himself. If he wasn't hungover, then perhaps he wouldn't have taken such drastic measures. It will take some time for him to get completely back to his 'sane' level. 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Post by Jacob Pierce on Dec 27, 2015 23:56:54 GMT 2
Three sleeping beauties Also known as the morning after The peace and silent of the room didn’t last very long, as the three occupants woke up more and more. He heard Ruby complain about a hand, but his hands weren’t touching anyone, so he assumed Max was the one with the hand issue and didn’t move an inch. What Jacob wanted most at that moment was fall asleep again, laze around in bed until his hangover went away, but of course that wasn’t possible, he wasn’t home where he could choose to avoid the world until his brain stopped melting, he had crashed at Ruby’s place, and now everyone seemed determined to talk and move. He felt himself being rolled over, Max who was under him suddenly moving to the top, and Jacob opened his eyes to stare at the man, wondering what he was doing exactly. He heard something in French, but it was too early for foreign languages (it wasn’t early, actually, but it felt like it was) “Speak English Max or better yet, don’t speak, silence would be nice.” He grumbled at the cop, was Max not hungover as well? Maybe Jacob was the only one who had abused the alcohol stash and was feeling like trash right now. But the stated of almost undress of Ruby, and Max’s messy appearance told otherwise, also the fact that apparently they all slept together, and wasn’t that a thought that invited all sorts of innuendos? He could tell everybody he had spent the night with two people at the same time. He wouldn’t dig himself that hole though, that would be stupid, well, maybe he would mention at the most inappropriate time to both Max and Ruby. But for now, he had to make a decision and get up. He rolled on his back, staring at the ceiling, his head still pounding as he tried to gather courage to get up. Max covered Ruby with a shirt, complaining and grumbling, or maybe that was just Jacob who heard everything as grumpy due to hangover. He sat up on the bed, and instantly regretted that action. The world turned and spun, dizziness assaulting his sense, he buried his head on his hands, hiding his face with another groan, wishing the pain would go away. “Why are you so angry and loud Max? Woke up on the wrong side of the bed?” He said as soon as the world decided to stop spinning, taking his face from his hands and shooting a weak smirk at the cop. Maybe he could distract himself by teasing Max and making his life difficult, that was always fun. |
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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Dec 31, 2015 12:12:31 GMT 2
one day you'll hear this song and understand that all along there's something more that i'm trying to say. The morning's first issue had been quickly dealt with: someone's wandering hand was no longer where it should not be, and the action made the spot on the woman's skin feel really cold. Ugh, today's decisions would be bad, from what she could feel. If Ruby could dispose of her own body right now, she would do it. Like some costume, unzip it and place it on a hanger or something. She felt that gross with all the heat around, she just wanted to take the longest bath ever. Those moments when you imagined you could take out the pain from your head or forehead with your hand and throw it away, oh those childlish fragments of imagination and frustration came to her again.
Soon enough the outrageous weight was no longer on top of her, crushing her ribs and squeezing her body underneath it at all. That was definitely Max who moved, since she could actually breathe now without her lungs feeling like they might pop. Jacob moved too, eventually, and the two left Ruby to freeze alone. It actually took her some good moments to feel discomfort regarding the temperature again, but she began shifting too, searching for the warmer parts of the bed with her limbs. She heard deep voices groaning, talking, arguing, whatever. she thought, too hungover for this shit. There was a pillow on the bed, Red dragged it slowly towards her and put it on top of her head to try to block away the real world. "Just shut uppp please" It was her time to groan in annoyance.
Her hand clenched on top of the shield pillow, and the other palm just..being near her head, Ruby tried to keep the light out by keeping her eyes shut as much as she could. But then more talking was heard, Jacob apparently joined the fight too. In Ruby's defense, she just relocated her body on top of the most warm spot on the sheets, and the cold was not really disturbing her for now. Then footsteps were heard, and someone approached her in a less than nice way. What was this guy trying to do? Fail kidnapping? Eugh, of course it was Max disturbing her hangover. "Whyy cant you all just shut upp" The blonde whined in protest, and each time Madden would try to dress her, hshe wokuld just play the stubborn baby and go limp. He could try to maneouvre her arms all day, she wasnt going to move. Eyes shot out? Why, was someone in an indecent outfit? The blonde's curiosity was stirred, and she arched her back, stretching with a closed-mouth, long wheeze that could come off as a moan only if a bit louder. She had no intentions of following the two's examples and getting up from the bed now. It was her home, her room, her bed, her morning. Her hangover too, unfortunately. "I dont remember a thing.." She confessed in a mumble, rubbing her eyes with her palms and continuing to stretch herself with every movement |
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Post by Max Madden on Jan 1, 2016 16:03:18 GMT 2
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[attr="class","petit"] [break] [attr="class","petitcontent"] [attr="class","petitcontentstyle"] [attr="class","petitfirstletter"]T He guessed he could be considered a jerk for moving so much, talking so much a morning where they all possibly had the worst hangover of their life. No actually that wasn't true for his case, but it wasn't the right time to think about younger party that took place, a rave of students in france with everyone old enough to vote, drink and party. Sounded like a horror movie scenario, would have been funny to have these two stirring up the party a little. Oh Max what are you thinking? Yeah hungover mind trails anywhere, who knew. Jacob's words were closer to a grunt to Max's mind, his own words probably came out the same way. He was not able to get up and get dressed, neither of them looked like they would be able to do so. There was light outside, so it was definitely late in the morning. He tried to gather his senses while he sat on the edge of the bed, trying to remember whatever happened for them to all be half naked. He felt reassured that they weren't completely naked, who knows what might have happened then. Their current state showed that whatever happened, it was probably harmless. Though he did remember an awfully close to his face Jacob. He frowned, looking at him with a questioning look, wondering if looking at his face would clear his mind up. Oh boy did Jacob look like a hot mess. You shouldn't stare Max. But staring perhaps resulted in what must have been the slowest ever "hit by a train" realization. He still had a confused frown on his face, like he was squinting to keep the sun out of his eyes on a nice beach. Laying on a nice beach right now would be nice right now, except falling asleep on the warm sand in the would end up with a burned skin. He brought a hand to his mouth, confusedly touching his lips before finally looking away from Jacob. What happened? Did they kiss? No that couldn't have happened, that was a mistake, an illusion Max should probably attempt to forget and leave behind everything else that might have happened last night. [break][break] Woke up on the wrong side of the bed? More like: Woke up in the wrong position with the wrong idea of what a pillow should be. Hands wandering in the wrong places, waking up with a barely clear image of the past night. Was it frightening? A little. But mostly, it was actually a little invigorating. He shouldn't feel good about this, and yet a part of him did. He gave up on slipping clothes onto Ruby. She was being so stubbornly limp, there was no way for him to be able to do anything about it in his state. He fell limp himself between the two, rubbing his face with his hands. Both of them wanted silence, and he could understand why. When silence fell again, even if it was for a second, it felt so nice to his head. He closed his eyes and expired all the air in his lungs, using a moment of peace to recover a little more of his liquid mind. Because that was a good depiction of how he felt right now. He scratched his light beard, feeling filthy. He wished he was in his own house, to be able to just let those two get up calmly while he took a shower. But he wasn't going to go use Ruby's shower just like that. He should try to get dressed, to go to the PD and work. It felt like an impossible feat. Like pushing a boulder up a mountain or something just as stupid. Fake being sick? Yeah that sounded like a great idea. He knew his excuses were getting old, that at some time people will get sick of it, that the PD will soon catch up on him and put a foot in the door to drag him in front of the law and their rules. You should be more responsible Max, you should work more, stop getting distracted. It's always what you think before you just continue to do as you please until somebody pulls you down back on earth's hard floor. [break][break] He felt cold now that they weren't in some sort of pile. Maybe he should have remained that way just a little longer, maybe he could have enjoyed the warmth of these two just a little more so he won't be craving it until it happens again, if it ever happened again. He enjoyed human contact way too much for his own good, a mistake, a trait he wished he could erase a little so he wasn't so dependent on it. To hell with conventions, rules and whatever stood in the way of making people feel good and safe. He gently grabbed Ruby around her waist, dragging her closer to him as he did the same with Jacob, slipping a hand under the man's back to rest his head on his chest. If they ever asked, he could use the excuse that he was cold and that the blanket wasn't accessible. It was too nice to feel burning skin on his own to simply pass on a friendly gesture or however you might want to call it. He noted in his head that later he should try to apologies for being so noisy and grumpy, it was an after effect of waking up in such a strange way. Being sure the two were with him and nowhere else was reassuring and made him feel like perhaps he did something right. 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Post by Jacob Pierce on Jan 1, 2016 21:33:08 GMT 2
Three sleeping beauties Also known as the morning after Everybody was in pain and even looking at things hurt. It wasn’t only him, though, Ruby also complained about Max’s noisiness and how much of a grump he was being. How could they have slept the whole night away packed together, the heat of the room and of their bodies climbing up to almost unbearable level, and still they did not awake until hours later. The wonders of alcohol, he definitely wasn’t drinking so much ever again, it sounded like an empty promise told by every hungover person ever, and that was probably what it was in this case as well, but Jacob was not a heavy drinker, he would be careful next time to not feel so sick. Sitting up on the bed, it was still hard to gather the courage to actually get up, all he wanted as to fall back and sleep more, if he was home he would slug in bed for the rest of the day, any jobs or clients he had could die in a ditch. As it was, he had to get up, get his clothes and leave, a very simple plan that was also very difficult to follow through. He caught Max’s odd look in his direction, and threw a glare at him in response. He probably look as well as he felt, like a truck had run him over five times in a row, his curls in disarray, deep bags under his eyes that were also bloodshot, all the nice things that came with a hungover. He closed his eyes again, running his hand through his hair, his fingers getting caught in a few tangles as he considered getting up once more, but he never moved from his sitting position. Meanwhile, Max and Ruby were on their own little corner of the room, Jacob turned slightly to see what the hell they were trying to accomplish, and was greeted by the sight of Max wrestling to dress a limp Ruby, she was like a fussy toddler who didn’t want to put clothes on. He turned back away, still sitting on the bed, his head hurt too much for him to even begin to care about what those two were doing. He felt the bed dip behind him when Max gave up and laid down again, at least he had gone silent. There were some goosebumps forming on Jacob’s skin, the heat of the three sleeping together dissipating eventually, leaving only the coldness of the room. He wrapped his arms around himself trying to bring back the heat, but it was useless, he might as well get up and grab his shirt, but that was what he was telling himself for the last ten minutes, that he should get up. He was still trying to convince himself to get up and leave when he felt an arm around his torso drag him back. He looked at Max who seemed intend in go back to the cuddle pile, and Jacob was tired, hungover and cold, so he saw nothing strange or weird about that action and allowed the cop to pull him back and lay on his chest. It was nice and warm once again, and everyone was relatively silent, there was nothing for him to complain, so he just wrapped his arm around Max and scooted closer to Ruby, closing his eyes with a happy sigh. |
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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Jan 1, 2016 22:47:33 GMT 2
one day you'll hear this song and understand that all along there's something more that i'm trying to say. She couldnt really hear Jacob's complaining, so Ruby guessed he was still trying to gather his senses tlike Max and his French Revolution. Was it that difficult to just keep lying on that bed until their hangover went away by its own? Ruby thought that much. But dammit this hell of a hangover sure wont fade in a few hours. She remembered the moving boxes..the food and beer...the never have I ever game, but on fragments, as well as whatever happened after that. She remembered..some sort of drunk or retard-acting Jacob, trying to reach his elbow with his tongue, she remembered herself getting her shirt off, but that was it. Wait, shirt off? Was that what Max was trying to do a few moments ago? Was it the reason why she felt chilly now? Oh god. Ruby lowered a palm on her belly, making a specific sound of skin being gently slapped. Oh no. So that wasnt some weird nightmare?! The blonde kept rubbing her eye with one hand, until she moved both arms on the sheets and tried to raise herself against them, glaring down at her with half closed, sleepy eyes. "Oh lord.." Ruby whispered to herself, eyes widening and darting around for whatever piece of clothing Max tried to put on her earlier. When she spotted the shirt, the woman lunged at it and grasped the material,pushing herself on her knees and putting the shirt on. She would have just tucked herself in, with the blankets and sheets, if only there werent these two jerks half naked too and making her feel embarrassed. Well, she was only ashamed in front of Jacob, she really had nothing to hide from Max. The shirt now on her, Ruby tugged on the ends of it as if to make some night dress out of it or just stretch it until it covered her lower half too. It was to no use, and after a few moments of struggling, she just gave up. She had been in her lingerie until now, not like it made a change now. "I fucking hate vodka.." Ryan's vodka especially. Too hard for her taste, and obviously too hard for those two too.
She rested on the bed again, looking at the ceiling for a moment, feeling her cheeks get warmer and warmer each time she tried to process all of this. Her hands went to cover her face again, and hopefully prevent the flush from being seen too. It didnt take much for Max though to grab her waist, an action that surprised her on the spot. She lowered her hands from her face, placing them onto Max's bare side as he dragged her closer. Jacob had the same fate apparently, and at least it would be awkward now. She put her head on the man's pect and closed her eyes, still secretly hoping this was just some weird dream of hers. "If anyone wants pills for the headache..just..ring a bell..or something" The heat made her feel sleepy again, but it was mostly just the hungover Ruby sleeping. |
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Post by Max Madden on Jan 2, 2016 0:54:35 GMT 2
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Sleeping Beauties
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[attr="class","petit"] [break] [attr="class","petitcontent"] [attr="class","petitcontentstyle"] [attr="class","petitfirstletter"]T Ruby had finally realized that she wasn't exactly presentable and thrown the shirt on top of her barely dressed body. If Jacob wasn't there, the hot mess would have possibly been worse and Max wouldn't have been so kind as to avoid embarrassing the poor man. That black lace lingerie was of nice taste, no denying it, but it was not a time to ogle such things when you were on the verge of passing out once more because of a nice hangover. Also his latest action, which was to bring the two closer to him once more for warmth and human contact, was met with no protestations, grumbles, or disproving glares. Actually they seemed to approve of the idea and added their little touch to the embrace, keeping the contact close. Ruby was already shutting her eyes again, mentioning something about pills for headaches. Yeah, Max had a headache, but it was much better when he was now laying again and that there wasn't too much sound around. He had no idea how to consider all of this, if he should ignore it ever happened, take it seriously, or just laugh about it. Given the different circumstances he could have fitting reactions about it. He faded back to sleep pretty fast, his warm breath evacuating from his nose as his head slowly fell to the side, feeling both Ruby and Jacob's own breath's on his own skin until his mind faded away with time. [break][break] This time he woke up again, feeling much better than the first time. His phone had been ringing, the PD leaving messages for him asking where he was at and if he would kindly call them back. Max usually called back to them sooner or later, but this time it would probably cause a slight rise of panic in the department as to where the hell he could be. Timmy and his gossiping will be on the case no doubt, finding all sorts of excuses to satisfy his need for making up people's lives. Max had no choice but to get up this time. And so he did, carefully letting the two sleep if they still were or try not to disturb the silence too much if they were awake. He'd get dressed, trying to recover his clothes, and for the longest of times he searched for his shirt until he realized Ruby had it. Well, that sure was bound to be an issue. He had nothing else with him, and he was planning to get to the PD right now. He even rubbed his face with soap in Ruby's sink to wash off any too strong smell of alcohol as well as wake up his tired face. He wondered if Ruby had any men's shirt or a sweater he could borrow to have something on him while he was at the PD. However he very much doubted that was the case and he didn't want to bother her to get his shirt back. Also it would be very...strange for him to start undressing her now in front of Jacob to get his shirt now. Max's quick thinking mind wasn't thinking much of the consequences however and he took Jacob's shirt this time, slipping it on before gathering his things. If Jacob was awake he would assure him out loud that he will bring him his shirt back asap before leaving. It was 6 o clock, time to get to the PD and ignore the crying hunger of his stomach. [break][break] When he got to the PD he did get scold, but he used as an excuse that he woke up this morning rather sick, and with his face people couldn't deny his lie so much. Sometimes hungover faces were the best for saving desperate situations. He could see him, Tim, Timmy, however you may call him. Giving him a curious look as he walked it. Max had a strong cup of coffee in his hand, ready to tackle the delay he took by sleeping in for the longest time today. He was bound to stay until late tonight, but hopefully with enough cups of coffee, he'll be able to handle the weight of the work without passing out again. And just like old sayings, never two without three, and around eleven o clock PM Max fell asleep on his paperwork until thirty minutes later when someone was kind enough to rub his back and wake him up. 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Post by Jacob Pierce on Jan 2, 2016 15:29:47 GMT 2
Three sleeping beauties Also known as the morning after Either Ruby grew cold as well or she finally discovered a little bit of shame in her. She grabbed the shirt Max had tried force on her and put it on, concealing the black lingerie completely. Jacob barely paid attention to her state of undress, he was more concerned in felling like garbage than note how little the three of them were wearing beyond the fact that him losing his shirt meant he felt cold. Vodka? Was that what they drank the night before? Jacob had no recollection of drinking such hard liquor, only the slightly stronger than usual beer. Vodka could certainly explain his amnesia and the terrible taste he had on his mouth. He grunted in agreement with Ruby, Vodka was the worst, he would never drink that again, it wasn’t worth it. The way Max pulled him into laying down and cuddling solved his cold problem quickly, the warmth seeped in, making Jacob slip into an state of comfort and bliss, why he though getting up was a good idea in the first place he would never know. It was a bit strange, how right now he had qualms about sharing a bed with two people, he was focused on what was comfortable right now, and not on what may or may not feel embarrassed over later. Friends did that, right? Share a bed on innocents sleep overs, nothing weird happening. His headache was still ever present, his mouth still tasted like shoe, and he felt a bit nauseous, but not enough to make him sick. Beside all these things, he was quite well though, and with Max and Ruby wrapped around him, making him feel warm in more ways than one, Jacob fell asleep once more. Next time he woke up was because of the bed shifting and a sudden cold as his ‘blanket’ went away. He opened his eyes and saw Max leaving the bed, his carefulness not enough to make Jacob remain asleep, but the mercenary said nothing as the cop silently gathered his stuff. It was like he was doing the walk of shame and sneaking out before anything could be discussed, the thought made him chuckle lightly, still not fully awake, but at least now he wasn’t about to pass out from a hungover, the pain had diminished a bit, and would disappear until the next day. He waited until he heard the door closing, signaling Max had left, before he finally gathered the courage to get up. He shot a look at Ruby, seeing if she was already awake, before walking towards the bathroom to try to at least make himself a little presentable. As suspect, Jacob had bags under his bloodshot eyes and his curls stood on every direction. He washed his face, tried to wash his mouth with a bit of water, and comb his hair using his fingers, it was only mildly successful. He went to the living room to gather his things before leaving, not sure if he should say something to Ruby or not. The only problem was that he didn’t find his shirt, he clearly remembered stretching it on the couch’s backrest, but it wasn’t there. It wasn’t on the floor either, and he was at loss to what could have happened, until he remembered Ruby was wearing Max’s shirt, and Max didn’t bring a coat or anything to put over himself. “Shirt thief.” He murmured to himself, wondering how did his clothes even fit Max in the first place. He grabbed his coat that was draped over one of the kitchen chairs, at least he wouldn’t have to go outside in the cold shirtless. With one last look towards Ruby’s bedroom, Jacob left the apartment. |
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Post by Ruby Blackwood on Jan 2, 2016 17:46:39 GMT 2
one day you'll hear this song and understand that all along there's something more that i'm trying to say. So warm, so serene, so...domestic. The two's body heat was better than all the blankets in the world, making Ruby feel so safe at the moment, that it was a curious thing. When did the three grow so comfortable around each other? It didnt matter. Red rarely felt this security, she could remember being careless when her brothers were around her, with no fear of whatsoever, and when around Enigma's leader. But it seemed that her 'group' of friends suddenly included more people. She couldnt complain.
The woman's content sleep was disturbed by the French's attempt of vanishing away, even though he was in the middle of the pile and had his arms around the criminals. Ruby wanted to fight against the shifting and drag him in their previous position, but she was too tired to raise a finger. Once he was out of the bed, the blonde let out a sigh, drifting back to sleep almost instantly. She wanted to move closer to the remaining heat provider, Jacob, but when leaning closer, Ruby could feel how bad of an idea was to sleep with that bra on. She gave op on trying to snuggle closer, the little little bit of her awake mind also didnt want to make Pierce uncomfortable, and her system got invaded by sleep again.
Only to apparently wake up 1 hour later, head still pounding from the lack of headache pills or at least a nice glass of water. She rolled on her back, feeling odd since there were no other sounds around besides the one of a pillow being shuffled, her fault. Ruby looked around confused and still waking up, thinking for a second that whatever happened in the morning was just her imagination trying to continue the memories of the drunkfest. She tugged at the shirt on her, thinking about the two and trying to imagine how they could have felt about this whole shameful hangover. It was everyone's fault anyway. And for her, it was too early to think about embarrassment anyway. Though it was long past 6 now, it still felt pretty early. Oh, what alcohol did to people. Ruby had to get up, take a long shower, do something about her sore throat and dry mouth, and obviously take care of the headache. Eating something would be fine too, also taking the pills she should have swallowed like 4 hours ago. But first, putting this shirt in the washer to be able to return it. How did Max even go to the PD? Shirtless? Oh god, poor Andrea..poor Timmy..poor Max's boss.. |
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