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anomaly_research_nerdThe party had been really good. Really nice, even. How could it not? Good jello shots. Good people to talk to. Good setting. And a very, very good date to enjoy it all with.
But at some point, like all good things, the party wound down, and somehow- don’t ask because he had no idea how- Connor and Cutter had made it almost all the way to their room. Somehow. But now as the morning sun began to shine bright off the water and sand, Connor became aware of two things at about the same time.
One was his head, which was pounding with a hangover headache. And two, was the feeling of something heavy laying against him. Opening his eyes slowly with a slight wince as his head protested loudly, he looked around, trying to figure out where he was. That’s right… the island… the party last night…
That’s right, they were heading back to their room and… seemed they had made it as far as the lounge chairs by their private pool. Connor finally looked down and then froze, blinking for a moment as he tried to process what he saw.
Cutter. Passed out. Practically laying on top of him where he had apparently ended up sprawled out on one of the chairs. This was a bit… unexpected…. Not terrible at all. Not by any stretch of the imagination.
(for the one currently sleeping off a hangover as well)
But at some point, like all good things, the party wound down, and somehow- don’t ask because he had no idea how- Connor and Cutter had made it almost all the way to their room. Somehow. But now as the morning sun began to shine bright off the water and sand, Connor became aware of two things at about the same time.
One was his head, which was pounding with a hangover headache. And two, was the feeling of something heavy laying against him. Opening his eyes slowly with a slight wince as his head protested loudly, he looked around, trying to figure out where he was. That’s right… the island… the party last night…
That’s right, they were heading back to their room and… seemed they had made it as far as the lounge chairs by their private pool. Connor finally looked down and then froze, blinking for a moment as he tried to process what he saw.
Cutter. Passed out. Practically laying on top of him where he had apparently ended up sprawled out on one of the chairs. This was a bit… unexpected…. Not terrible at all. Not by any stretch of the imagination.
(for the one currently sleeping off a hangover as well)
