The Morning After

[reformingfury]

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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[neither_a_nor_b]

"...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.