4...ahahahaha!metody_greenAugust 19 2011, 22:25:10 UTC
[Metody sits up with a low groan, blearily rubbing at his face. He looks around muzzily. Where was he? Was this a hotel room? And more importantly, why was he wearing a white lace cocktail dress?]
omg! perfect!pictureiraAugust 19 2011, 23:58:03 UTC
[Ira flops over onto his back. Why was the sun blasting on his face, his room at home was normally dark. Ira gives a deep groan, his head was pounding. He opened his eyes and slammed them shut.]
Jesus... My head. [He lifted his arm to cover his eyes, he felt something on his left finger, but it doesn't register. Ira had a loose tie around his neck, still in his boxers.]
Re: omg! perfect!pictureiraAugust 20 2011, 00:29:04 UTC
[Ira forces himself to look up when he's spoken to. He thought he was alone, well he assumed. It was clear he was not at home. To see Metody was a surprise, and last night was such a blur. Ira kicks the sheets off, it was too warm. He assumed Ira was at Metody's place.]
Oh, am I in your bed then? Huh. Are you aware you have sun shining in? It's terrible. Why are you all dressed up, anyways?
[Ira sat up, very slowly. His head throbbed. He pressed the palms on his hand on his eyes a moment. Ira looks up when Metody climbs out of bed, and his eyes land on the tattoo and then around the room. He swallowed a lump, careful not to puke.]
It looks like a hotel. God, we're in a hotel. [Ira looks at his hands, a wedding band around his left finger. His eyes widen and he looks up at his friend.] I'm wearing a wedding ring.
[There were dozens of those leaves swirling around his legs, thicker as they went higher. He is also wearing a wedding ring, glimmering on one slender hand; as of yet, he hasn't noticed it. He heads for the door that doesn't have a deadlock on it, then pauses.]
- you're married? Then what -
[No, no. If he was married, he wouldn't be commenting on having the ring.]
[His tattoo was badass, but Ira couldn't focus enough to appreciate it better. Ira's eyes wide he stares at his hand. The silver band made his heart pound. He jumps up and rolls off the bed. After a second, he pops back up, bouncing back. Pieces of last night were a little hazy.]
Oh, no. No, no. I am not married. This is just some jewelry, right?
[Ira watched Metody step into the bathroom, and Ira looks down. He was in his black boxers, with a tie around his neck. Ira heard water in the bathroom, he got out of bed to step out on the balcony.
Ira couldn't believe he had a ring on his finger.]
[Fresh air was better, but when Metody joins him, he frowns.] You look like you're about to cry.. Please don't cry!
I barely remember last night. You're wearing a white wedding dress, I'm wearing a fucking tie and we've got rings. I think we got married. There is a fruit basket in our room.
[Oh no, this was not his idea of a kinky night! Not even close!]
We don't. We don't have to be married! Did we even consummate the wedding? We'll lie. We'll get an annulment, don't cry! [Ira's eyes land on his and he pulls Metody in for a hug.] We'll work this out.
[He clings to him miserably, pressing his face against Ira's chest to hide the tears. This might work better if Ira were wearing a shirt.]
I don't - I don't know. I don't know. I don't remember.
[But he is miserably certain that if Ira wanted to sleep with him, he'd happily sleep with Ira. Especially if he were drunk or stoned enough to decide to do something as terrifying as marry someone.]
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Jesus... My head. [He lifted his arm to cover his eyes, he felt something on his left finger, but it doesn't register. Ira had a loose tie around his neck, still in his boxers.]
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...Ira? What the heck?
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Oh, am I in your bed then? Huh. Are you aware you have sun shining in? It's terrible. Why are you all dressed up, anyways?
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Ergh. This is not - this is not my home. And this is not my dress. This isn't your place?
Oh, my gods, my head
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It looks like a hotel. God, we're in a hotel. [Ira looks at his hands, a wedding band around his left finger. His eyes widen and he looks up at his friend.] I'm wearing a wedding ring.
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- you're married? Then what -
[No, no. If he was married, he wouldn't be commenting on having the ring.]
- what?
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Oh, no. No, no. I am not married. This is just some jewelry, right?
Why are you wearing that dress?!
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[Cheap and gross. Tacky. Metody was tasteless, but this wasn't his kind of tasteless. He turned on the water, filled up his hands, and fell silent.]
[Why was he wearing a ring on that finger?!]
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[Ira watched Metody step into the bathroom, and Ira looks down. He was in his black boxers, with a tie around his neck. Ira heard water in the bathroom, he got out of bed to step out on the balcony.
Ira couldn't believe he had a ring on his finger.]
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Ira? Do you - I don't remember what happened and I'm wearing a ring too and -
What did we do?
[Ohgodohgod, it had to be some kind of kinky thing Ira wanted to do. Had to be.]
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I barely remember last night. You're wearing a white wedding dress, I'm wearing a fucking tie and we've got rings. I think we got married. There is a fruit basket in our room.
[Oh no, this was not his idea of a kinky night! Not even close!]
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[He looked terribly lost and cold, despite the desert swelter]
- but I don't want to be married and -
[He hugged himself, staring down at the concrete pad of the balcony, eyes welling up]
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We don't. We don't have to be married! Did we even consummate the wedding? We'll lie. We'll get an annulment, don't cry! [Ira's eyes land on his and he pulls Metody in for a hug.] We'll work this out.
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I don't - I don't know. I don't know. I don't remember.
[But he is miserably certain that if Ira wanted to sleep with him, he'd happily sleep with Ira. Especially if he were drunk or stoned enough to decide to do something as terrifying as marry someone.]
Do you even like men?
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