Room 518/520, Wednesday morning

[demonbelthazor]

Bel woke up with a groan. He rolled over, trying to will the pounding in his head away. His memory was a little hazy, but he remembered drinking to several uncomfortable questions and kissing Veronica and Bridge.

Right now he felt like he wanted to die. Maybe Piper still had some of that vanquish potion left....


[ooc: open to future_visions and anyone who wants to say they passed out in the room last night.

ETA: Thread between Phoebe and Bel is locked and NFB and may contain disturbing subject matter.]

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[soldtoarmenians]

Xander blinks at him, since his head already hurt and trying to, y'know, think is making it hurt more.

"Well, you *were* pretty drunk, but I'd hope so, yeah. What's that got to do with anything?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"You said I would have been colder!" Bridge flails a little.

[soldtoarmenians]

Blink.

Blinkblink.

Blinkblinkblink.

"Dude. I put a blanket over you before I left." Blink. "I freaked out over you kissing me the next night; if I'd woken up in bed with you at that point I'd have flailed myself out of existence."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Ohhhhh," Bridge nods. "Well, in that case I'm glad you didn't, 'cause I'm rather fond of you existing."

[soldtoarmenians]

"On the other hand, these days I'm kinda fond of waking up in bed with you." Xander eyes the door. "That could happen, assuming moving's an option."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yay moving," Bridge says, and... actually manages to sit up.

[soldtoarmenians]

"Well, it's a start."

Xander's pretty sure they'll make it to the first floor. Eventually.