not quite the type of threesome one might hope for...

[legalistic]

Why do I feel as though my head has been used as a bass drum over the past several hours? I shudder and press closer to the soft warmth of... someone. Someone female. My arm is around her waist and my face is buried in what feels like her neck, perhaps. I'm not quite sure where I am

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[queencor]

Cordy groaned as she started coming to. She snuggled further back into the warm body behind her and held tighter the warm body she had entangled in her arms.

....wait a second, rewind.

Two bodies?!?!

She opened her eyes just a sliver and saw Andrew all snuggled into her arms. Then who was behind her?? Oh god what did she DO last night?!

[legalistic]

Christian's hand traveled a little higher, and he kept his eyes squeezed closed, his face still in her neck. He'd rarely felt this horrible before, ever. Mmmm. She still smelled nice, though.

[darth_wells]

Andrew was having a wonderfull dream.
He had defeated the wicked necromancer and taken his powers to use for the forces of good.
Now he was resting and jabba's slave girls were dancing for his pleasure.
The pillows were really comfy.

[queencor]

Cordy wondered if it was at all possible to disengage herself from the people surrounding her while keeping them asleep....though the one at the back was gettin friendly, so probably not. And dear god in heaven, her head hurt.

Unable to reach a decision, Cordy opted to play possum for now.

[darth_wells]

a leg...
that's odd...and there are voices...
Andrew moved over and patted the leg. "shh. I'm tryn'a new thing."
unfortunaly the voices weren't going away and he had remembered there had been a necromancer...he didn't want a disembodied leg in bed with him...so he was gonna have to make sure the rest of the body was attached. He rolled. if there was a body he'd hit it, otherwise he was prepared to kick the leg out of his bed.

[queencor]

"I have no idea." Cordy whispered back to Christian. Then she shook Andrew. "Andrew, wake up." she paused. "...and okay! Hands off the Cordelia!" she said loudly, wincing at her own volume. "OH god, nevermind, touch me all you want as long as you kill me while you're at it!!"

[legalistic]

Christian whimpered, removing his own hands from her and curling into a ball of extreme pain, clasping said hands over his ears. Kill me, too, he thought but was unable to say.

[darth_wells]

The leg was clearly attacted to...
Cordelia!
GAH! ...SHOUTING!
Andrew opened his eyes and squinted at the two people sharing his bed.
"It's too early for this, Cordelia. I'm not saving anyone for at least another hour you can wake me then."
and wrapping his dignity around him like his blankets he rolled away from her and onto the floor. Taking the blankets with him.
"ooph." damn, now he was defintly not getting back to the dancing girls.

[darth_wells]

very posh.
"Andrew." after all it is polite to know the name of the person you just slept with...
Right, responsible demon keeping says I go get water and painkillers for the pair...and a shirt for mr sexy chest.

[queencor]

Cordy crawled over the to edge of the bed and grabbed the blankets Andrew'd taken with him, to bury herself under them in a little ball of trauma. "Death please Andrew. Gimme a kiss first though." she muttered, voice muffled from being under many blankets.

[legalistic]

Christian reached for a corner of blanket. "'f he gets a kiss, I do too."

Hell, it was worth a try. He rubbed his temples.

[darth_wells]

Andrew returned with his hands full. "Here," he handed out the water and painkillers. Mister Ryan got handed Andrew's least favorite mac hall t-shirt, the one with cuthlu selling souls for a cookie.
"You're just lucky I know you aren't a vampire."

[queencor]

Cordy reached out and took the pills, then finished her water. "Thank you." Then she gave Christian a Look. "No kiss for you. What's the pot about?" she asked, trying to think around her headache. "And no one's getting kisses unless I'm going to be dead immediately afterwards."

[legalistic]

Christian eyed the shirt. "Surely you don't expect me to wear this." He arched an eyebrow at Andrew and made a fumbling attempt to sit up. "Could somebody please put me out of my misery?" he appealed, clutching his temples. He cast Cordy a Look in return. "I have no idea, I'm sure."

He hoisted himself to his feet, slowly and painfully. "If you'll excuse me." He made his way to the ensuite bathroom and closed the door behind him.

[darth_wells]

"oh...Now he's modest." Andrew sat down on the bed and scratched his head thoughtfully.
"So...whats up with mr sexy chest? and what pot? not drugs? delerium and demons do not mix well you know..."

[vampdetective]

I'm in the office, staring at the damn urn that Cordy found at Wolfram and Hart. It has something to do with Gunn, I just have no idea what. And I was annoyed as hell at getting awakened at three o'clock in the mornig by loud drunken voices somewhere in the hotel that I was too tired to investigate.

I look over when I hear someone coming down the stairs. Who the hell is that guy...wait, he looks just like that Ryan guy that I met in the future. I blink.

[legalistic]

Thank you, Christian thought sardonically toward the heavens. As if I haven't suffered enough humiliation... The CEO of Angel Investigations, Angel himself, was staring at him as he made his way painfully down the stairs. His suit coat had been left at Caritas, as had his company credit card, and he'd put the shirt Andrew had given him on turned inside-out-- he refused to wear an article of clothing such as that out in public-- with his unbuttoned dress shirt worn over it.

He sighed long-sufferingly, suspecting that violent projectile vomiting was in his near future and hoping he could get out of here before that happened. "Good morning," he muttered.

[vampdetective]

I get up and walk over to him, first staring at the strange way he's dressed, and then at his face, marvelling that every detail was the same, every line. Could the guy have a descendent that looked that much like him? "Ryan, I presume?" I ask, walking over to him. I'm getting a whiff of something on him--mass quantities of alcohol, as well as...Cordy? "What the hell is Wolframa and Hart's golden boy doing here?" And smelling like Cordelia?

[legalistic]

"Christian Ryan." Christian nodded at him, then stopped as the abrupt motion made him feel slightly green. "I asked myself that very question when I awakened earlier. I haven't found a satisfactory answer yet."

Very tentatively, he raised the fingers of one hand to rub at his temple. "Alcohol poisoning?" he suggested.