The Morning After...
Time: Day After Christmas
Time: Day After Christmas
Two violet eyes slowly opened, their vision blurred as their owner's head seemed to spin, a dull throb rushing through her skull every time her heart beat. She grimaced, and would have shut her eyes to the suddenly painful light slipping between the curtains, had she not noticed something. Namely, that her face was currently pressed against something soft, firm, and pinkish, with a band of white wrapping half of it, and black framing it on either side. Huh... that white thing almost looked like a sarashi, and the black could have been the collar of something, but then that would mean she was lying on top of someone, wouldn't that? Specifically, a certain, well-known someone.
At that thought, Canon's eyes darted fully open, and she gawked in astonishment to find that she was, indeed, looking right at the sleeping form of her beloved partner, against whom she'd been snuggled closely, resting her head on his chest. The memory of the past night was nothing but a blur, and, after the point where she had run away from the party, she could remember very little. She'd... gotten drunk, she thought, but she couldn't recall what came after that. She faintly remembered being carried up some stairs, and placed in a bed, and something about her clothes disappearing...
Letting out a quiet cry of surprise, she threw herself backward, sending the bedsheets that had covered her falling to the ground as she hastily stood, blushing an impressive shade of red. She managed to get a good enough look at herself to determine that, although her haori had been removed - if she remembered correctly, one felt hot when one was drunk, so she'd probably taken it off to keep from overheating - she was still, in fact, fully clothed, as was her partner. From that she could determine that they hadn't, as she had feared, gotten horribly drunk and done something lewd. On the other hand, though, she couldn't remember exactly what she - who most definitely been intoxicated - had done. And, judging by the fact that she'd awakened half-unclothed in her guardian's bed, she had a feeling that whatever it was had been terribly shameful.
Unfortunately, this was as far as her train of thought got before she realized several things in quick succession. Firstly, her vision was blurry, and her head spinning, as though the world was doing some sort of demented dance beneath her feet. Secondly, her legs felt weak, as though she was walking on a pair of twigs. And, thirdly, the sudden motion of jumping up from bed had suddenly caught up with her, a tremendous, surging headache roaring through her head. Oh. Right. This must have been what a "hangover" felt like. The sensation seemed astonishingly similar to falling over, which was probably because, she realized, she WAS falling over... right toward where Asher had been lying. Trying to right herself only resulted in failure, which meant... she was going to land right on top of him.
She just hoped he'd awakened when she climbed out of bed. If he hadn't, then he was in for a rude wake-up call.
(And so begins the brief and lulzy tale of Canon's hangover.)