Not cursed, hung over: Network Voice Post 0011 - Poly

[disregard_death]

OI... Ah dun even thin I kin smell hair of the dog taday. *mumbling in Gaelic* Whoever ah beat at pool, ah... I can give ye somea yer money back. But I think I spent most of it on rounds. Thankfully ah dun think anyone's here, not like me to have people follow me home

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[favoritetraitor]

Breakfast sounds lovely. Would you care to join us at my apartment, Mr. Keats?

[disregard_death]

You are a lifesaver, Solomon. I'll bring over some coffee.

[favoritetraitor]

Wonderful~ I'm certain that Saya will appreciate that.

We might even be able to get Nathan to join us. Have you had a chance to meet my brother yet? He just recently joined us in the City...

[disregard_death]

I may be bringin someone.

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[mghtbconcussed]

Did someone say something about breakfast?

[This is a Lucy shuffling out of the bathroom with bedhead, a jaw cracking yawn and wearing only a one of Keats' shirts.]

I could go for pancakes.

Action! || Bwaaa ha aha ha haaaaaaa

[disregard_death]

OI!

[Keats spins around and the motion makes his head throb. He places his hand to his temple]

Dun scare me like that, lass!

[there is a long pause]

Please tell me ye wonna be offended when I say I seem ta 'ave fergotten yer name?

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[mghtbconcussed]

Nope. Unless you're offended that I think your name is Lucky Charms and...I'm pretty sure that's not it.

[Laid back one night stands they name is Lucy.]

We should probably properly introduce ourselves. I'm Lucy and your accent is magically delicious

[It's possible she spent the night telling him that]

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[disregard_death]

[Oh he's blushing]

Me *clears throat* My name is Keats. [He offers his hand to her.] I usually dun arse about face like this, pleasure ta meet you, Lucy.

[He smiles at the compliment and really wishes he remembers more about the evening] A friend offered breakfast, you want to come along?

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[horrible_penny]

That would explain some of the voicemails...

Do you need some aspirin, Keats? Maybe you should take it easy today... lay down until you're feeling better.

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[disregard_death]

Oh lord, please I didn't say anything inappropriate...

Well...I am gonna get meself something ta eat. Then I have to figure out wha all I managed to accomplish. Perhaps pen apology letters.

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[horrible_penny]

Food's good. Stay hydrated, too.

Try not to worry too much? I'm sure you didn't do anything that won't be forgiven.

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[disregard_death]

Aye. Ye need any help at the Center today? I've got the day off.

[action, for great hilarity]

[incendite]

[There's a sleepy sort of grumble from the general vicinity of the nearest couch. Further exploration will turn up a Seifer-shaped lump that has - apparently - decided his coat makes a decent enough blanket.]

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[disregard_death]

[There is a long, long pause as it appears that Keats has had a few sexy blondes follow him home. While he wasn't about to argue with this, the sight of someone ELSE in his apartment was a bit of a shocked. He hopes this one is clothed under the coat. He walks over and taps the younger man on the top of the head.]

Oi, laddie, wha in the name of the Underworld ye doin 'ere?

[action, for great hilarity]

[incendite]

Sleeping.

[Or, to be more accurate, he was sleeping. Now he's rather awake and wishing that he wasn't. He must have been out too late last night, he figures.

He is, thankfully, clothed under his coat. Drunk or not, his tastes don't really swing that way.]

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[disregard_death]

Aye kin see that, laddie. Ye got any clue what happened las night? [Keats wanders over to the coffee pot and digs out a third cup, it's not like he's an asshole and the kid's probably hungover too]