reformingfury | The Morning After

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The Morning After

Neil had already long left the compound, though it was still quite early in the morning for either of them, considering last night's activities. Dave was somewhat glad for it, though. He told himself last night that he'd deal with any regrets in the morning and to just relax while he could with Neil.

Regret still hadn't come to heart, and he's glad for it. The feeling that did settle in him, though, was... stunned? Obscured? "Confused" didn't quite cut it as he made his way somewhat zombie-like back to a couch in the rec room. It felt best to forego his usual run in favor of trying to process... everything.

"What was tha–?"

He gets cut off by the jukebox, playing something all too appropriate and embarrassing. Really, it was mercifully quiet just now. Is that necessary?

"Holy shit. No. Just..."

Rushing over, Dave tries to figure out how to turn down the volume before it wakes everyone else that isn't up yet. Unfortunately, that's not how the jukebox works, does it?

[OOC: Timed to the Saturday before the Old West plot started. I almost wasn't going to post this, but I needed to.]

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"...Please tell me you didn't actually call your parents right after," Bay said, poking her head out of the kitchen, a cup of coffee in her hands.

On a normal day, she would be facedown in bed right now, ignoring Daphne's return from the bakery. This time, last night's partying had gone on so late that, rather than try and function on a normal person's hours, Bay figured that she'd just take in a little of the hair of the dog that bit her and get some coffee and persist on with a hoodie over the remains of her Tinkerbell costume.

He jumps at her voice. "Shit! Um, n-no? They ain't here to call." Really, he has no clue how idiotic that sounds until it's out. Of course they aren't. Shifting his eyes, Dave asks, "After what?"

He thuds his fist in indignation against the jukebox, making it regrettable play a little louder. Giving up, he takes in what Bay is wearing.

"Uh... y-you just get in?"

"Well seeing as I'm pretty sure the DJ in the jukebox is actually Satan and seeing as you're obviously trying to make it go away and the chorus is I just had sex...quid pro quo..."

Bay toasted him with her coffee cup.

"Daphne gets up at, like, two in the morning. Didn't seem to be a point in going to bed."

Flushing deeply, Dave glances off to the side. "It's just a really stupid loud song, and my head isn't so..." He glances at her cup. "I think I need me one of those."

Passing by her, he goes to the kitchen, grateful when the song finally ends and an orchestral piece picks up after it. "So, how was the rest of your night? I um... I lost track of you there."

"Not nearly as exciting as yours," Bay said. Between pours of coffee, she offered him a sly smile.

Handing it over, she asked, "So, whose names am I writing on the 'Congrats on the Sex' cake?"

That gets him to spill some of his coffee on himself, swearing and grateful that it's not scalding, nor on his more delicate parts. Plus, he really doesn't want to break another mug here.

"No one's! Christ, you're really fixated on this?" The deepening blush on Dave's face makes it all the more clear that he's just covering it up.

She smiled at him even more as she went and got him a napkin. "Aw c'mon," Bay wheedled.

"There are plenty of highly attractive people on this island. I'm pretty sure there's no shame, just one principle."

"Still, even if I did... I'm sure my sex life or lack of can't be that interesting." He will be stubborn about this. He will. Bay is cool and all, but she's sassy a fuck too, and he'll never hear the end of it.

"But cake," Bay repeated.

Grinning, she boosted up on the counter. "Was it good, at least?"

"I didn't–! It wasn't–" But it was, and Bay clearly isn't going to buy anymore attempts at covering it up. Dave groans and buries his face in his hands.

"Yeah, it was good. Really fuckin' good." His head shoots up when he adds, "Don't even think about seriously making me a cake like in the music video."

"Not even a decorative pancake?" Bay teased.

As a sign of peace, Bay reached over and held up the coffee pot, offering to replace what had spilled. "So all's well on the Dave front, then?"

"Not even if it's got blueberries."

Dave happily takes the refill and is glad he hasn't really properly dressed just yet. He just slid on the short he wore under his costume last night and tossed on whatever shirt happened to be closest to him on the floor. Luckily, it was one of his own. "I guess? I mean, it's a little weird, but it certainly isn't bad. I don't regret it. Just... not how I pictured it, I guess."

"How did you picture it? After-prom, champagne, and her in a sparkly bustier?"

Bay grinned before hiding her face behind her coffee mug.

"They look kind of uncomfortably, really."

He coughs into his cup again. Bay really need to stop making him do that.

"Um... n-no. I was picturing more of like... dating him steadily and then doing it in my room. And not as, um..." Dave flushes and sinks in embarrassment. "Rough."

"Him? What...?"

Bay paused and scrunched up her face. "Oh my God. They were right. I have no gaydar."

Bay rubbed the back of her neck, laughing a little. "Party hookup?"

Dave manages to crack up at her admission on her gaydar. "It's fine? I mean, most people didn't realize until I either told them or they saw me in a gay bar back home." Or kissed them in the middle of the locker room. "The only person that figured it out is a lesbian and caught me checking out a teammate in the hallway."

The smile slides off his face again as he flushes. "Um, kind of? But... there was a lot of flirting and teasing from him before hand. And I definitely always thought he was hot."

"I once walked into a gaybar and helped denounce my presumed-biological father. Spoiler, he wasn't my dad," Bay said, her voice in a deadpan.

"And hey, that's not a bad thing, right? I mean...you seem happy. The Jukebox seems particularly gleeful?"

He blinks, a little stunned. "Wait, and you... didn't realize it was a gay bar? Or that...? Wow. You really don't have gaydar."

He jabs his thumb in the direction of the rec room, to the juke box. "That thing has almost a shittier sense of humor than the whole of the island. But... I dunno. It's definitely not that I'm unhappy. I got/i>... well, you know. I'm happy. It's just weird, I guess."

Bay huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "In my defense, I was a little focused on finding who I thought was my dad."

But she nodded, looking at the stupid jukebox again. "Sounds like a good start, at least."

"Then you have some really impressive tunnel vision," he smirks.

Dave tilts his head and considers if it is a good start. "I guess. It could have gone horribly wrong. Still kinda weird, though. I'm just– I'mtrying to process it, I guess? It's all kinda fuddled in like... residual after glow, or something like that."

Scratching the back of his head, he blurts out, "I mean, have you–? Shit, no. I guess that's pretty personal. Forget I said anything."

Bay laughed. "It's a gift."

It wasn't like it was the first time she'd heard the question, nor the first time she'd answered it. Depending on where the question was coming from, Bay had a tendency to lie.

"No. I haven't."

"Some gift."

He frowns when she does answer his dumb question. "So I guess you don't have any insights on why I feel so weird?"

"You know, some people fly or shoot webs. Me? I have tunnel vision."

She shrugged, trying to puzzle it out too. "I think whenever something new happens, good or bad, you feel a little weird sometimes."

Dave thinks on that a moment, arching his brows. "That... actually makes sense. In a way, at least. I guess it's kinda like–" He thinks of something, where he's felt that off-ness. "–like the first day of senior year. Like it's something you just do, and have been doing, but it's like... this thing that happens that's supposed to mean shit in a way?"

"Or waking up the day after you realize you were switched at birth and your whole life is the result of a cosmic flip-flop when you were four hours old?" Bay suggested.

"I think...meaning is about what you say it is."

He completely misses her second point, 'cause– "Wait, what?"

"Yeah," Bay said. It was sort of a relief to be sarcastic and laugh about it.

"When Daphne and I were born, the hospital had a little oopsie and I became Bay Madeline Kennish."

"Well, that's... Wow." Dave blinks and processes that. "And here I am, confused about losing the V-card.

But... honestly, I think 'Bay' suits you more?"

"I'd so rather worry about that than my whole...situation, trust me," Bay said. Before he could bluster, she poured them both some more coffee.

"Besides, it gives me an awesome hand in misery poker."

"I'm sorry, Bay." He looks solemnly into his fresh cup and just toys with the handle of the mug Suddenly, he feels like a shit head for obsessing on his issues. Granted, coming out in Lima with the wrong people could be catastrophic, but being switched at birth...

"Nah, don't worry about it."

Bay made herself sip her coffee and look at him, calm and cheerful. "I'm in a good mood and I'd so rather hear about what I should be putting on your 'Congrats on the Sex' cake."

"Still, if you want someone to talk about it with..."

At the mention of cake, though, his head tilts back up and his eyebrows arch in judgement. "Really? ...I'll accept cake after I stop being weird about it. I'll even make some stupid request on it. You can like... deck it out with those artsy skills of yours."

"It'll have puppies and balloons," Bay promised. "Very adorable. Very precious."

Or maybe bear cubs. That was a gay culture thing. Right?

There, he can now laugh. "Right under icing that says, 'Congrats on making him come, stud!'"

Dave smirks into his mug, remembering that, in spite of his off feelings, it was a very good night. "And I'm so making you one in the future. I'm not as good as you are, but I can attempt a unicorn."

Bay laughed and shook her head. "I think if it's that kind of cake, the last thing that should be on it should be a unicorn."

"But it'll be the last time you can be so close to one!" he snickers.

Laughing still, Bay reached out and gave him a light shove.

"Watch out before it's a Congrats on the Sex Cup of Coffee in your lap."

"Alright, alright!" He finishes his mug before she can make good on that and gets up to clean it out.

"I think I'm gonna head back down. Get more real sleep in." He gestures at her costume. "You'll probably wanna do the same, Tink."

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