The Morning After Game

[venus]

Alright, this is a pretty simple game, and like most, just for shits n' giggles.

Basically, you post your character's would-be reaction to waking up next to the previous poster's character after a wild night of drinking. If the person has more than one character on their account, then you choose the character that they posted as.

It doesn't have to be as sizeable as an actual role play post, it can just be dialogue written in first person if you so wish (it's actually more entertaining that way!).

The person to post after me is obviously, waking up next to Dask, since I can't post a reaction to start us off.

Have fun guize~

[Jessie]

"Ugh... my... skull..." the Dark Elf growled, sitting up from where he had previously fallen asleep, which seem to have been the floor of a very, very, enclosed room. Looking over to his left, he spots Dask, sharpie stencils occupying the majority of his face, while to his right is...

[Dufflepud]

My eyes slowly slid open, and I groaned as I felt my brain pounding, as if someone had slammed a war hammer into my skull last night. Under my left hand, I felt something warm and comfortable. I gave it a slight squeeze. Ooh, squishy! Looking over, I saw that my hand was resting upon a dark, smooth skinned and hairless chest. A drow?!

"...The fuck?!" I half moaned, before plopping back down onto the pillow. Once my head cleared I would need some answers. Also, who the hell was over on my right?

[Jessie]

"Top' ta the mornin' ol' lad!" the blinded man cheered, looking over in the direction of the Drake, sitting in a chair with one leg crossed over, a cup of tea in his hand as it lifted to his lips, the other holding a thin, fancy plate. All the while, he had been having a conversation with...

[Psionic Drow 999]

"That was...disturbing." Ereidur muttered, arms folded across his chest. "But it's not the worst I've seen." He glanced to the blind man, a cup of tea in his hand as he greeted the drowsy people lying before them.

Ereidur then looked down to the slumped person he had been using as a foot stool...

[venus]

"Ugh... Ye gods..." Dask mumbled, ready to embrace the hangover and the abnormal weight of a foot on his forehea- WHAT?

The bounty hunter sprang up to a sitting position, observing the scene before him and wishing he hadn't opened his eyes at all.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" He hissed over his shoulder at the Drow, flailing one of his hands angrily and smacking whoever had their head in his lap.

[Dufflepud]

Rhadriar sat up once more, his head feeling significantly better. Looking down at his pants, or lack thereof, he realized what he wanted.

"Sooooooooo.....


Who's up for round two?"

[Jessie]

The thinned man yawned, dragging his way out of the bathroom as to reenter the scene of the drowsy, finding that only a handful had decided to wake. For some strange reason, he had to wash away an irritated substance from his hands, but other than that, he was certainly not a morning person.

"....Wait. Why aren't there any women in this room?" he inquired cautiously, eyeballing every male in the room.

[Classy Womanizer]

"Probably because there were none last night. But that's ok, this one time i went to a party that the dwarves hosted, and i couldn't tell a woman from a man, let me tell you they are all harry! Or the other time i went to a party that a group of mercs were throwing, there were A LOT of women there, they all looked sad, so i sang songs and danced and ended up with all of their weapons in my back pack, it was strange!"

A way to cheerful voice rang, as Puck found himself standing near a dragon. he was wearing a way to large a shirt for him, no pants and a slipper that looked like it belonged to a women.

"Hi!" he cried suddenly changing targets to the poor dragon "i'm Puck, i have never met a dragon up close, do you shoot fire or ice or maybe lightning? What about maidens? do you save them? I heard a story from a good friend of mine about this girl who stole things and was saved by a dragon! He shot fire, like this!" Puck then clapped his hands and fire shot from the tip of his closed hands.

The thought had never occurred to Puck that people might be hung over, he never got hung over, and only heard of people getting hung over.

[Psionic Drow 999]

"I am surrounded by idiots..." Ereidur muttered to himself, eyes rolling. He looked at the blind man as he continued. "I envy your loss of sight. my friend. If only I could borrow that for the next few hours..." The drow sighed, clasping both hands behind his head.

"Oh, and I forgot to mention," He said to the room at large. "If any of you morons so much as breath on me while I rest, then I will kill you. Slowly. Painfully." Ereidur paused for a moment. "Right. Carry on..." He waved a lazy hand before leaning back in the chair.

[keiakita]

"Where the hell am I?" I asked a little annoyed. I have no recollection of what happened the night before. "and why am I underneath a table?" I sat up and it felt as if a hammer was pounding against my brain. "God I'll never drink again" I knew that was a lie, but it was something to look forward to.

[Jessie]

Ahlix nodded to Ereidur, a small sense of pity for the man. Rising, he throws a glance toward Puck, who like him, is rather more awake than the rest. "YO'HO, MATTE!" he calls out, chucking a hand over his head as he tosses the cup of tea to land on a very, very unlucky individual.