cessy?

[ianfletcher]

Ian woke with a pounding headache, mid-afternoon in the same clothes he had worn the day before. Normally, he would be tearing them off in disgust. But at the same time, normally he wouldn't have passed out on his bed for nearly 15 hours

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[cessy_]

Cecilia's arms were crossed over her chest, her hip drawn out and a rather pissed off expression on her otherwise fair face. She couldn't help but look rather startled as she looked her best friend over. He looked sick, not to mention she had helped him pick out that shirt to wear yesterday.

Something was wrong.

"You have a lot of explaining to do, Ian," she said, stressing his first name, as she rarely ever used it.

[ianfletcher]

Almost as if the entire English language had gone out the door as she came in, Ian found himself speechless.

"I, uh.." he began, scratching the back of his head. How on Earth was he going to explain this?

[cessy_]

She came closer toward him. Her steps were hard, and she stopped just as she came to his bed's edge. She hovered over him.

"What on Earth were you thinking?" she asked him, her voice stern. "Are you out of your bloody damn mind? Theo and Blaise are out for blood!"

[ianfletcher]

Not remembering the entirety of last evening's events, Ian furrowed his brow at her for a moment before letting his mouth fall ajar as it all came back.

"Fuck," he whispered to himself.