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Post by Jules on Nov 26, 2008 8:17:37 GMT -5
ooc; let's skip. =D
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 26, 2008 18:44:03 GMT -5
Oy vey.
Short-term memory failed him, but long-term memory knew what this heavy, driving feeling in his head was. Whatever had happened, he'd drank too much.
He dared to crack his eyes open and winced at the sun.
It wasn't as bad as he thought. He hadn't drank that much, and he hadn't slept that long.
Now then... He pushed himself upright, and Marie slid off his chest. He blinked, and slowly, memory returned. Ah, yes. They'd decided to take a picnic (comprising mainly of alcohol), to the Glades to relax.
They'd kissed.
He definitely remembered the kiss. Then things got fuzzier...
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Post by Jules on Nov 26, 2008 18:51:05 GMT -5
Marie woke with the movement, just in time to stop herself from completely flopping over. "What's ze big idee? I waz comfortable." She wrapped her arms around herself. "I told you not to move." Apparently, she had perfect memory recollection, even if her head was thick and cottony.
Hopefully, he hadn't changed his mind about sticking around. No longer drunk, she could, in retrospect, understand what he meant by restraint, and she could feel the sad she'd been ignoring earlier.
"Are you sure zere is no more alcohol?"
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