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[kingshit_lloyd]

[takes place after this and this]The party was getting unbearably, scorchingly hot, and Lloyd wondered how long he had before he started either breathing or pissing fire, because he was already sweating like a stuck pig. On second thought, those probably did more bleeding than sweating, but Lloyd had his bases covered either way -- there was a

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[15_words]

Okay, so after the whole stupid mock marriage thing, Jaye MIGHT have gotten something to drink. And then a little something more, and more, and more, until she was more than well on her way to righteously drunk. Plus, she was wearing maybe the sluttiest outfit known to man and it, or the lack of it, MIGHT have been rubbing off on her. Sometimes appreciative stares were appreciated and just made her feel sexy

[kingshit_lloyd]

She tasted so fucking good, burning against his skin like some crazy fever, and his hands slipped down to cup her ass, trying to wipe out whatever space that was still between them.

He gave a baffled frown when she pulled away from him. He didn't want to talk - that was the fucking last thing he wanted - and that hand on his chest was making it hard for him to do what he did want to do.

"What?" he blurted out, frustrated and out of breath. It took him a while to even translate what she'd said into a language his brain could understand. "Nothing! Nothing is going on, all right?" He breathed in slowly to calm himself down and leaned in again, as close as he could with her hand pressing against him, which was still pretty damn close. "I want you, Jaye, that's what the fuck is goin' on."

[15_words]

"You're BLEEDING," Jaye pointed out, refusing to budge. Okay, she did budge, but only backwards so she could keep Lloyd away and dislodge his hands from her ass. They needed to focus, just for a second, both of them.

"SOMETHING happened, so what was it?"

[kingshit_lloyd]

"Come on, Jaye, it's nothing," Lloyd urged, carefully controlling himself so his agitation wouldn’t spill out. "I guess I fell or somethin', I don't know." He remembered punching Miguel and stalking off, remembered feeling like the crowd was closing in on him, but everything else was a dizzy, mindless blur. It was just some stupid cut on his lip, anyway; what did it even matter? "It's not a big deal, okay?"

The busted lip was nothing. Everything else was too fucking big for him to deal with, and just thinking about it made him feel like he was suffocating on his own sweat.

He needed something else.

"Come here," he said softly, getting his hands around her again, using a little more force now. There was a stupid plea in his eyes - raw and desperate - as he dove in for another kiss.

[kingshit_lloyd]

Waking up was a bad idea. Lloyd knew it before he even tried to open his eyes, and once he did make that ill-advised attempt, he cursed himself a moment later, groaning and putting a hand on his face to shield himself from the sunlight.

This must be what Dracula feels like, he decided, wondering if there was a blunt object nearby he could knock himself out with.

But the only object he could get his hands on was warm and sort of familiarly shaped. Lloyd carefully removed his hand, hoping Jaye was too busy sleeping off her own hangover to notice the accidental groping. He tried to sit up, squinting miserably -- must have been a hell of a party last night. Most of Lloyd's bodypaint had migrated to the sheet, along with a dazzling dose of glitter. Jaye was going to murder him when she woke up, but he supposed it would count as mercy-killing at this point.

And there was something else. Something worse than the hangover and the slimy feeling and the piss-sour taste in his throat. Some nightmare he wasn't remembering. Didn't want to

[15_words]

Jaye was doing no better with the waking up, especially with Lloyd's HAND on her. She'd rolled away from him in the night, and now had a bright ass crack of sunshine beating on her eyes. It both blinded her and distracted her from immediately hitting Lloyd.

She waited for that until she'd sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, and saw just what Lloyd's 'COSTUME' had done to her bed. She should have known, but that didn't make her any less annoyed.

Slapping his shoulder with one hand and combing her hair back with the other, Jaye said, "Idiot you're cleaning that up." The hangover left her too grumpy to be remotely kind, but also too tired to put much bite into her words or the slap. Stumbling from bed, Jaye headed for the kitchen nook to get herself some water. And maybe a shotgun if the island was being nice.

[kingshit_lloyd]

"Sure," Lloyd said hoarsely, wincing a little. He suspected that anything less than complete agreement would turn this morning even more unpleasant - probably more painful, too - and secretly hoped he could get away with dumping the sheets somewhere in the jungle and just getting her new ones, because washing all that shit off seemed next to impossible.

He moved to the edge of the bed, watching Jaye with hopeful eyes when she went to fetch some water.

He didn't want to think about Flagg. He didn't want to think at all. And considering that the hangover was making his brain even fuzzier than usual, that could be arranged.

[15_words]

FUCK her head hurt. Wine never did her over this bad. That wasn't wine. That was some shit they cooked up in a bathtub in Tijuana. If they were only anywhere NEAR Tijuana. At least then she'd know where it came from.

As she moved towards the kitchen, miraculously staying on two feet, she took a quick glance down at her shorts, just to make sure they WERE shorts and they weren't SUSPICIOUSLY ASKEW. They weren't, and thank God for that.

She got them each a glass of water, just because Lloyd had to be feeling worse than Jaye and Jaye felt pretty bad, and sat her ass back down on the bed without a word. Mostly just a few grunts.