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Aug. 12th, 2006 09:31 pm[OOC Note: This section of plot was not my idea, it comes from Guppy's canon. I am skipping ahead to the next day because I don't want to go through it in revolting detail.]
[oom: After this.]
It was a wild party last night.
The bottle is still on the floor, the remaining vodka spilt. The room, a mess of clothes.
Guppy opens his eyes and peers at the spinny room in front of him. His head throbs, sending waves of pain and nausea through his whole body. He is naked. He doesn't remember going to bed, or how he got to bed, or in fact anything after discovering there was a party in his house.
He rolls over onto his back and feels someone warm next to him. He looks over and gives a cry of horror, stumbling out of bed and rushing into the bathroom, where he is violently sick.
He falls to his knees afterwards, shaking like a leaf and wondering what the hell he has done. Then, he creeps back into the room, eyes firmly away from the bed, and picks up his clothes and his work things. He then goes back into the bathroom and, locking the door, showers himself thoroughly. He then hurriedly dries himself and looks at his watch. It's about six in the morning, and he's not due at work for another three hours.
He freezes, hearing movement next door, then hears a giggle.
"I hope you're going to lend me some clean pants." comes Kelsey's amused voice through the door.
Guppy stands completely still, tongue tied, then hurriedly puts his clothes on. Hearing another giggle, he doesn't dare open the door, so instead opens the window.
It's a first floor room, with a conveniently placed tree just in reach. He weighs up his options. The traditional getaway for the errant lover caught with his pants down at a very inconvenient moment. Only this time caught by himself.
He reaches out for the thick branch and pulls himself onto it. He dangles by his hands for a moment whilst he conscientiously closes the window with his feet, in order to prevent being burgled.
The next window along opens and Abs peers his head out.
"Guppy, what the fuck are you doing?" he yells, as Guppy attempts to move along the branch to grab the next one.
"Escaping." Guppy says through gritted teeth, trying not to look down. He grabs the next branch and swings down a little. Abs stares at him.
"Guppy, you don't have to escape out of the window, this is our house. That's only if you end up in someone else's house after a drunken escapade."
"I'm not going back in there unless she stops trying on my pants." Guppy hisses back, reaching for the next branch.
There is the sound of cracking wood, and the branch Guppy is holding onto breaks. He yells and grabs wildly for other branches. Just as he's about to drop six feet down to the ground he disappears.
Probably just as well. It was concrete below.
[oom: After this.]
It was a wild party last night.
The bottle is still on the floor, the remaining vodka spilt. The room, a mess of clothes.
Guppy opens his eyes and peers at the spinny room in front of him. His head throbs, sending waves of pain and nausea through his whole body. He is naked. He doesn't remember going to bed, or how he got to bed, or in fact anything after discovering there was a party in his house.
He rolls over onto his back and feels someone warm next to him. He looks over and gives a cry of horror, stumbling out of bed and rushing into the bathroom, where he is violently sick.
He falls to his knees afterwards, shaking like a leaf and wondering what the hell he has done. Then, he creeps back into the room, eyes firmly away from the bed, and picks up his clothes and his work things. He then goes back into the bathroom and, locking the door, showers himself thoroughly. He then hurriedly dries himself and looks at his watch. It's about six in the morning, and he's not due at work for another three hours.
He freezes, hearing movement next door, then hears a giggle.
"I hope you're going to lend me some clean pants." comes Kelsey's amused voice through the door.
Guppy stands completely still, tongue tied, then hurriedly puts his clothes on. Hearing another giggle, he doesn't dare open the door, so instead opens the window.
It's a first floor room, with a conveniently placed tree just in reach. He weighs up his options. The traditional getaway for the errant lover caught with his pants down at a very inconvenient moment. Only this time caught by himself.
He reaches out for the thick branch and pulls himself onto it. He dangles by his hands for a moment whilst he conscientiously closes the window with his feet, in order to prevent being burgled.
The next window along opens and Abs peers his head out.
"Guppy, what the fuck are you doing?" he yells, as Guppy attempts to move along the branch to grab the next one.
"Escaping." Guppy says through gritted teeth, trying not to look down. He grabs the next branch and swings down a little. Abs stares at him.
"Guppy, you don't have to escape out of the window, this is our house. That's only if you end up in someone else's house after a drunken escapade."
"I'm not going back in there unless she stops trying on my pants." Guppy hisses back, reaching for the next branch.
There is the sound of cracking wood, and the branch Guppy is holding onto breaks. He yells and grabs wildly for other branches. Just as he's about to drop six feet down to the ground he disappears.
Probably just as well. It was concrete below.
