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Post by Ashlin Thomas on May 14, 2011 16:11:58 GMT -8
Time: Morning, Day 5
Weather: Rain
Warnings: Hangover Shenanigans
Characters: Ashlin and Emily
Ashlin hummed slightly as she went about making some breakfast. She was a bit a tired, having stayed up rather late to finish her project for Michael, but it had been more than worth it, and it wouldn't be the first time she pulled an all nighter for a project. She wasn't particularly hungry, but she knew she should eat something, and she supposed Emily (who she'd left sleeping on the couch last night) might be hungry.
And more than likely hungover, which was why Ash had made sure to put on a pot of coffee on despite not particularly caring for the stuff. She could never find a balance of cream and sugar that suited her tastes. Ash had never had a hangover herself, though she'd stayed in enough pubs during her travels to witness the after effects; they seemed far from enjoyable.
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Post by Emily Wyatt on Jun 21, 2011 18:39:55 GMT -8
Emily cracked open one eye then quickly shut it again at the glare of the morning light. It was morning already? Why didn't her alarm go off?
She attempted to roll over to take a look at her clock on her nightstand but unfortunately she landed on a hard wood floor with a resounded smack instead of a nice soft mattress!
The sudden crack to the side of her head surprised her and her eyes snapped open. Why was she on the floor?
She lay still for a moment and studied the dust bunnies under an armchair ahead of her and tried to get her bearings. Where was she? This wasn't her bedroom! She had carpet for one thing! She slowly rose from the floor holding her head that was now pounding like a jackhammer and peered around the room. The walls were bright yellow and several opened cardboard boxes and some bookshelves lined the room and she spotted her heels and purse on the floor near an end table.
She had no idea where she was. Wonderful. She looked down and saw she was still in her evening dress, well that was good right? At least she wasn't naked in a strange place. God, how much did she have to drink last night? She was having a hard time remembering... She spotted a mirror across the room and hobbled closer.
From her appearance it would seem the night was not too kind to her. Her hair was a fright, mascara was streaked down her face, eyes puffy (was she crying?), and for some reason she was wearing York's pink heart tie...
What the!
Her eyes widened as she yanked down the front of her dress and peered and she peered closer at her reflection and. In a neat hand "To my biggest fan -The Hoff" was written with sharpie along the top of her right breast.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!" she yelled in dismay.
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Post by Ashlin Thomas on Jun 21, 2011 19:02:11 GMT -8
When she heard the thud coming from the other room she paused, turning toward the living room. That hadn't sounded like a good sound, but she didn't want to leave the bacon. . . The yelling on the other hand had her running out into the living room, pan quickly taken off the fire.
"Emily?" she asked in concern. "Are you alright?" Ashlin was still holding her spatula, a bright yellow apron with a purple octopus in the corner tied around her neck.
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Post by Emily Wyatt on Jun 21, 2011 19:13:24 GMT -8
Startled Emily turned to look at Ashlin her eyes and mouth wide in horror. When she recognized her friend she shakily put a hand to her temple and slowly sunk to the floor and moaned, "Why...why do I have an autograph on my boob. What happened last night?"
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Post by Ashlin Thomas on Jun 21, 2011 19:27:57 GMT -8
Ashlin bit her lip not sure what exactly to tell Emily when she looked so distressed. She supposed the truth was best. "Well, you started calling Brad 'the Hoff' and told him to autograph your um" she paused gesturing a bit with her spatula "there. Then you stole Agent York's tie. You'd had quite a bit to drink I think so I didn't really think you should be driving. I wasn't sure where you lived so I just brought you back here." she said with a nod. Emily had been very drunk, it would have been irresponsible to let her drive. "You started crying on the way home about Agent York not noticing you, and starving kids, and something about puppies. . ." Ashlin trailed off awkwardly. "I didn't really understand much after that."
Ashlin wasn't really used to escorting drunk friends anywhere and it had certainly been an experience. Especially trying to get her up the stairs. "So how do you like your eggs?" she asked not intentionally trying to change the subject.
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Post by Emily Wyatt on Jun 21, 2011 19:46:46 GMT -8
From the floor Emily stared dumbfounded at Ashlin. She could feel her face flush with embarrassment. She did what?.
She groaned and fell to the side and curled into a fetal position. She wished she never woke up. This is why she usually didn't drink. It was the GVSD '04 Christmas Party all over again. At least the waterworks happened in the privacy of her own car and she she wasn't clinging and sobbing on poor Thomas about..whatever she couldn't remember. But why in God's name was she crying about about York? Ugh, the starving kids and puppies she could see. But York? Why would he make her upset exactly?
uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugggggghhhhhh
She cradled her head in an attempt to get her thoughts together and shut her eyes hoping that when she opened them again she would find it was just a bad dream. She was too pre occupied with her shame at the moment to hear Ash's question about her egg preference...
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Post by Ashlin Thomas on Jun 21, 2011 19:53:18 GMT -8
Frowning Ashlin moved to sit by Emily. "Are you okay?" she asked in concern. She seemed really upset, and Ashlin almost wished she'd lied about what had occurred. Still it wasn't like they'd been by themselves so better for her to find out now Ash supposed.
She laid a hand on her shoulder. "It's really not so bad." she said trying to cheer her up. "I'm sure it'll be alright."
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Post by Emily Wyatt on Jun 21, 2011 20:03:18 GMT -8
"No I'm not alright, this better be a dream...why aren't I waking up."
An icy terror shot through her. Her memory was hazy but she could remember seeing George earlier that night seated at the bar. Oh no, no, NO! Emily sat up suddenly, took Ashlin by the shoulders, frantically shook her and pleaded, "Please, please PLEASE tell me my boss wasn't there to see this...or Todd. NOT TODD EITHER. Oh Jesus pleeeeeeeeeeaaaase!"
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Post by Ashlin Thomas on Jun 21, 2011 20:13:19 GMT -8
Ashlin blinked hoping the shaking would stop soon. She was glad she wasn't the one with a hangover. "Um no?" she said weakly. "George left before that and Todd wasn't there." She didn't mention that agent York was there for the whole thing; she had a feeling that would be a bad plan.
"Do you want some breakfast?" she asked this time actually trying to distract her and hopefully avoid more shaking. Shaking wasn't fun.
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Post by Emily Wyatt on Jun 21, 2011 20:19:49 GMT -8
Emily released her death grip on Ashlin with relief when she heard George and Todd hadn't witness her drunken antics. Todd would never let her live and down and she was terrified what George would have done. The man had no tolerance for drunken behavior. Last Christmas party was proof of that when he threw half the force into lock up. She had a feeling she would have not only woken up in a cell in the station but thrown off the Anna Graham case as well.
"Breakfast?" Emily's stomach rumbled, "err yeah that sounds good what do you have?"
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Post by Ashlin Thomas on Jun 21, 2011 20:27:54 GMT -8
More than relieved to have her shoulders released Ashlin was able to smile as she told Emily. "Well the bacon is done, and I was going to make some eggs. How do you like your eggs?" she asked as she stood back up. She brushed some imaginary dust off her apron with one hand, spatula in the other. "There's coffee as well." She wrinkled her nose slightly, tea was far better she thought.
"The bathroom is over there if you'd like to clean yourself up a bit before we eat." It was an innocent offer, and in no way meant to imply that Emily should clean herself up, even if she could probably use it. Ashlin just thought that if Emily found the signature so upsetting she might want to try washing it off.
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Post by Emily Wyatt on Jun 21, 2011 20:38:40 GMT -8
Emily gave a weary smile, "Fried would be lovely, thank you!" The thought of coffee definitely cheered her a bit. Emily looked towards the bathroom and gave a nod, "Yes, let me just wash my face and this...thing off. I'll only be 5 minutes!"
She hesitated before she headed over to the bathroom and said, "Err... I'm sorry Ashlin, sorry you had to deal me last night. I'm so mortified at my behavior. I promise if you ever want to hang with me again I will act like a lady. That's if... yo-you ever want to be seen we the likes of me again." Emily said this last bit while looking at the floor she was unable to meet Ashlin's eyes. What a way to make an impression on a new friend. Great job there Wyatt...
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Post by Ashlin Thomas on Jun 21, 2011 20:50:30 GMT -8
"Alright." she agreed happily, making her way toward the kitchen. She stopped to look back at Emily when she began to apologize though.
Ash blinked; it hadn't even occurred to Ashlin to end their friendship over this. Emily had gotten drunk, acted like a drunk person did, and then Ash had helped take care of her, she didn't see how any of that warranted the end of a friendship. Wasn't that what friends were suppose to do? "Why wouldn't I want to hang out again?" she asked in confusion, head tilted to the side.
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Post by Emily Wyatt on Jun 24, 2011 9:54:24 GMT -8
Emily looked up and bit her bottom lip, "Err..well I just thought maybe my antics were too embarrassing," she paused, "We've just started hanging out and here I go making a complete ass of myself when it was supposed to be just a nice night. I-I must have made things so awkward for you, you even had to help my drunk ass up all those stairs!"
She let out a long sigh and rubbed the bridge of her nose, "See this is why I try not to drink too much when I go out. Embarrassing things aways seem to happen, not including my verbal diarrhea. Here I thought I learned after Christmas '04, Todd and some of the guys still don't let me forget that spectacle of a night."
Emily rubbed her face and then smiled "Well I guess if drunk Emily didn't scare you off you are braver than most!" She blushed and focused her attention back to the floor " ...I just want to say thanks. "
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Post by Ashlin Thomas on Jun 24, 2011 13:52:33 GMT -8
She smiled encouragingly. "You didn't do anything mean though. You didn't hurt anyone or yell at them." she pointed out. Personally Ashlin thought things like that were far worse than acting a little silly. "If it really bothers you so much though I promise not to let you drink so much next time." Ashlin hadn't thought much of Emily's drinking at first as Ashlin never actually managed to get herself drunk; she'd been buzzed at times, but never really anything like what Emily had been.
"If you want to change you're more than welcome to borrow something of mine." she told her, realizing that Emily might not be that comfortable going home in her dress. "My room is right across from the bathroom."
She poked her head out of the kitchen to flash her a smile. "And you're welcome Emily, what are friends for?"
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Emily drawing by Animagess