[Dream // Voice post]
Lyle and Anew were sitting in what appears to be a hotel room of some sort, well, technically only Anew is sitting. Lyle was lying on the floor with his head in her lap, looking rather ill. The Ptolemaios had stopped on earth to resupply and Lyle had insisted on taking Anew out to a pub as she said she'd never been before. And of course, it had all gone downhill from there.
"Ugh, remind me why I drank so much again?" He muttered, half-joking, half-serious, at this point he wondered if he really could remember why. Anew's hand came to stroke his hair and despite the pounding in his skull and nausea in his stomach, he felt soothed.
"To impress me?" Anew responded and Lyle knew she was smiling from the tone of her voice even if he couldn't see his face.
"Yeah, that was probably it," he conceded. He had wanted to impress her, though puking his guts out in the alley hadn't really been just as planned. She had found alcohol not to her liking and instead seemed to enjoy people watching as he drank and they talked. But, after everything, he figured he'd take a shot. "Well did it?"
She giggled, a good sign? "I've never seen anyone get ill like that before." Lyle was going to groan until he heard her giggle again and realized she was teasing him. He forced himself up from a sitting position with a weak groan.
"Does this mean I get a kiss?" Just because he was drunk off his ass didn't mean he still couldn't be charming. Anew just smiled and took his arm to help him into the bed they were sitting next to. Lyle flopped down eagerly, he was ready to sleep this off and the bed felt soft under him. He turned back to Anew and outstretched his arms, "Gonna sleep with me?"
She moved into his arms and he pulled her down beside him, making sure to avoid jostling his stomach too much, not to mention it was starting to be a difficulty to stay awake. "So do I get my kiss?" He tried again.
"We'll see in the morning," she patted his head like he was a little boy and he couldn't keep a pout off his lips.
"Morning?"
"Morning."
Lyle sighed and curled up closer to her. "Yes m'am."
[Voice]
...[a weak groan] Bro, if you guys could keep it down? My head is killing me. [a pause] Aaaand I'm going to go chill in the bathroom for while I puke my guts out again. Fun times, takes me back to my college days.
And this would be the cue to give me hangover cures.