paixaorpg | I've got the worst hangover ever. [Complete]

Characters: Dante & B. Jenet
Content: The aftermath of last night's little alcohol-filled gathering.
Setting: Joutenheim's Actua Are [N9]
Time: Saturday, Mid-Afternoon
Warnings: Language

It would be night in a couple of more hours, but Jenet was still knocked out from last night's crazy party. She laid relatively motionless in her bed, arm placed over her eyes, effectively keeping the sunlight that was coming in through the room's only window from hitting her eyes.

But by now, the effects of the alcohol had at least dwindled down enough for her to regain consciousness. Jenet slowly opened her eyes, but rapidly closed them again. Since when did the sun get so damn bright?

Groaning some more, she placed a hand over face and let out as many curse words she knew.

Jenet laid in her bed for a couple of more minutes, trying to get her bearings straight. Of course, the throbbing headache she had right now wasn't making it any easier for her. After more cursing and failed attempts at falling back asleep, Jenet dragged herself out of bed to close that damn window. The darkened room was much better for her eyes but did little for her headache...

And to make things worse, the bed seemed so much farther away than before. Hell.

Lucky for her, there was a chair nearby. Sitting on it, her thoughts went back to last night. At least, she would've attempted to do that if she wasn't so damn hungover. But hey, a hangover this bad meant that it must've been one crazy party, with lots and lots of alcohol.

"Well... at least I got drunk off my arse, and I somehow managed to get back to my room in Muspel...whatever." She attempted to laugh, but it only made her headache worse. "Goddamn it, my head's killing me. What I wouldn't give for some aspirin, and a pack of ice."

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It was dark. And dark was nice.

And then things got kinda grey. And painful. No, no. He wasn’t about to leave that cozy, pain-free place. He clung to it ferociously. No matter how hard he held on, it slipped away. Kind of like trying to hold onto wet, slick soap. It wasn’t happening.

Who knew waking up could be so painful?

With a groan, Dante slit open his eyes. His head had to have been steamrolled. Definitely. And maybe backed over a few times in a car, trampled on by a gigantic crowd, and probably chewed on by a pit bull. And then pissed on. Yes. That almost summed up how bad the hangover was.

Where the hell was he? Well, to find that out, he’d have to open his eyes more, and that was too hard now. Okay. How did the place feel? He moved his arms slowly around. Ah, this was a bed, a pretty nice one at that. And that spot right there was really warm, as if someone had just gotten up moments ago. He paused then. Yesterday he’d been with Jenet. They went drinking, and… Who knew what happened then. If he’d shared a bed with Jenet, that suggested he’d been pretty damn lucky! Maybe he’d even scored. Unlikely, though. Scoring almost never happened when he got drunk off his ass. Something stupid always came flying out of his mouth and ruined things. Or… other things got in the way.

But the bed was warm! Someone had been with him. It was probably a hotel room. Still in that damned Paixao place, of course. Well, if this place had drinks strong enough to give him the worst hangover ever…Maybe it wasn’t such a bad place. Oh, man. Lady HAD to try that drink. She could use a good, strong burn.

Why was he thinking of Lady? Jenet was probably close by. Summoning most of his strength, he sat up a little more and tried to open his eyes again. He saw her briefly nearby before he lay down again, quickly throwing a pillow over his eyes. The worst hangover ever was a mild understatement to what was happening. His brain was probably trying to force its way out his nostrils or something. Pain alllll over.

“Ugh, Jenet, where are we?” Dante asked feebly from beneath the pillow.

"Back at my place... I think." she said, still keeping an arm over her eyes. Some more time passed before it finally hit Jenet. Dante? What was he doing there? More importantly, why was he in her room?

Removing her arm, she opened up one of her eyes and looked at her bed. Yep, he was there alright, making himself right at home. Wait a minute... Since when was her bed big enough for two people? Jenet may have been drunk last night and hungover right now, but could still remember that her room had 2 beds, not one.

Maybe she'd gotten a new room last night? It was certainly possible considering what had happened. She only hoped that Auron or the Prince didn't happen to see her in that drunken mess.

"So... how're ya holding up over there?"

If he were to give an honest answer, Dante’s reply would be something along the lines of ‘worse than hell.’ More graphically stated, of course. But he wasn’t about to admit defeat to the hangover – not out loud, anyway.

“I’m hung over, but that’s to be expected,” Dante answered aloud. How many rounds had they gone through? Had to have been a pretty good number if it left him feeling like this. He’d never had a more intense hangover. They must’ve had some fun last night! Ah, if only the hangover didn’t get in the way of his memory. Thinking hurt too much, as did various other little things. Like blinking. So he kept the pillow over his eyes. It kept things pretty dark anyway.

All right. Since he was lying on his back in bed without any amount of searing pain, it meant his sword was elsewhere. And feeling about his waist, so were his guns. At least he’d had sense enough to remove them before going to bed. But that meant he had to find them. Sometimes when he was drunk, he forgot the importance of his weapons and did… odd things with them. He hoped this one time that his drunk side wasn’t in the mood for games. He didn’t feel like fishing through the gutter with this hangover.

“So we made it to your room, huh? I’m really glad we didn’t pass out in an alleyway somewhere,” Dante added at length.

"I guess we did. I'm glad we didn't pass out either, those filthy alleyways would've stained my dress." Jenet added, and she wasn't quite willing to have to spend money to clean it. "Though I gotta wonder... just how exactly did we get here? I can't remember much... and it hurts to think right now." Maybe someone from the bar was kind enough to bring them back. Did Dante carry Jenet all the way here while she was passed out? Or was it Jenet that helped him get back?

Now that would've been something to say to the guy.

As much as she would've loved to further discuss that, the fatigue in her was starting to kick in again, and passing out in a chair didn't seem like a very comfortable thought. So, digging deep down with all her might, Jenet forced herself up from the chair and slowly went over to the bed where Dante was, but not without wobbling a couple of times along the way.

Finally, she made it back. "Move over a bit will ya...?" she said to Dante before getting in the bed with him again. "We can talk more about this tomorrow... Right now... I just want to sleep some more..."

(Sorry it took so long. Shall we end it with your last one? It's not like there's much we can do with two hungover characters. What do you think?)

Dante scooched over so Jenet could ease into bed comfortably. Heh. In bed with a hot chick yet again! And this time he could remember it. Maybe. With the freight train-powered hangover running him down constantly, he’d be lucky if later on he could remember his own damn name.

“Fine. I’m not in the mood for talking right now anyway,” Dante replied, pillow still over his face, muffling everything he said. It was nice and dark under there anyway. Kinda nice if not for the hangover.

He had to have another Green Dragon ~~or five~~ before he left this place. Just to see if they had the same impact on him. For science, of course. The hangover made the sanity of his idea questionable, but man. It had to have been a wild ride. Next time, there would be a few Green Dragons with Lady’s name on ‘em.

For now, though, darkness prevailed. Dante passed out once again.

I've got the worst hangover ever. [Complete]

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