[For Lucy] Nobody knows where they might wake up.

[doubleomalley]

What George was going through as he woke up, that groggy, thick-headed, mind numblingly painful feeling that seemed to go down to the ends of his hair, that was nothing new. It was the kind of thing you risked when you decided to screw everything and get as drunk as you can when you can, because having an open bar with every alcohol known to man

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[with_diamonds]

All things considered, a month and a half wasn't really all that long to go without sex -- in fact, Lucy had gone longer. When that month and a half came after over a year of living with someone, though, it seemed like a much bigger deal. As such, waking up to a body in bed beside her was entirely unexpected, but nothing unwelcome, and for a moment, Lucy instinctively eased closer, knowing somehow that the familiar feeling of it wouldn't last.

As soon as she opened her eyes, already cringing, it was gone.

"Oh," she said weakly, squinting as she looked over at George. George. Suddenly, the events of the night before began slowly coming back, and this time, she cringed for a different reason. It wasn't that she didn't like George -- contrarily, she thought he was a really nice guy -- but while her plans for new year's eve had involved a date with a substantial quantity of alcohol and preferably finding someone to kiss at midnight, just so she wouldn't have to be reminded of how much her life sucked, she still hadn't counted on this.

[doubleomalley]

Oh wasn't the kind of thing a guy liked to hear first thing in the morning, but George was kind of feeling the same way, so he let it pass.

"Morning," he muttered, just loud enough to be heard but soft enough that his head -- or Lucy's, she seemed to have had as much to drink as he had -- didn't explode. "Awkward thing now?"

[with_diamonds]

"Awkward thing now," Lucy repeated just as quietly, her voice a little hoarse, as she rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling. It could have been more awkward, she was sure -- at least he wasn't a perfect stranger, and at least they both had some recollection of what had happened -- but the drunken morning after thing was and always would be at least a little weird. "You had as much to drink as I did last night, didn't you?"

[doubleomalley]

"I had lots," George said, wincing at the mere memory of the different varieties and quantities of alcohol he'd befriended the previous night. "Oh God, it was so much."