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Nic.

[ A beat. ]

Nic.

[ It's a low, rasping groan with pressure applied to her shoulders softly. They're tangled in sheets that have twisted like rope, barely dressed, laying on whatever they brought back with them from the party. Tris barely remembers brushing his teeth, let alone jumping in the shower for a quick wash down like he usually does when he reminds himself he's not at school, he didn't climb back over the stone wall again.

And he's hungry.

And smells like booze and cloves that have gone stale. ]

Niiiiiiiiiic.

[ He tried shaking you. He tried being a nice. Ok, he barely tried. It's taken him at total of five seconds before he gets impatient enough to use elbows and knees. Girl schmirl so what if you're fun to make out with and stuff--get up. ]

Nic. My leg's tingly, get off it.

[ the thing is, nic sleeps like the dead at the best of times let alone after having a rather tiring night the even before. she's dead to the world even as tris starts talking, even as hands meet her shoulders and, impressively enough, even when the voice literally less than a foot from her ear starts to raise in impatient volume.

it's hard to ignore an elbow to the back though, and finally she groans and starts trying to swat over her shoulder at him. ]

Go away, [ she whines, twisting and wriggling and generally getting more tangled up until eventually she's facing tristan. with another grumble, nic jabs her finger in his ribs and smooths over the gesture with a quick peck of a kiss to his lips. ] what time is it? It's too early.

No, 'cause there's only one bed and you're hogging like two-thirds of it like a jackass.

[ She's twisting up the sheets and he's not exactly in a proper place to twist back so he lets her fuss around until finally she's facing him. The light is warm against the crown of his head, splits the bed in two and he looks at her, slightly squinting against it.

The kiss helps a little. Just a bit. ]

Ten-ish.

[ He shifts in the sheets himself, under a warm tangled quilt and their limbs both askew he lets out a sigh that's mostly stale morning breath and buries his face into the covers again. ]

Hungry, though. Really hungry.

[ He looks up briefly. ]

Say, Nic--If I buy you pancakes will you get up with me to go get 'em?

[ she goes back to non-responsive for a few moments. being awake before twelve after a night like they just had feels like a sin. face pressed back into the mattress, she lets out a very long and drawn out groan through the sigh, through tristan talking again, through-

wait, hang on a second. ]

Pancakes?

[ that catches her attention and she raises her head up quickly, eyebrows raised and a bright little smile on her face. ]

Tris if you buy me pancakes I will do just about anything you ask of me.

[ she's not even kidding with that. already she's found the motivation to push herself up into a sitting position. she raises an arm above her head as she stretches, a heavy sigh following, and then she glances down at herself. that's a super naked body right there. ]

Clothes first, right?

[ Tris grins at her sudden enthusiasm, slowly sitting up and giving a stretch. The blankets are tangled hopelessly around his left leg, tight around the knee, so he sets to undoing just that, grumbling a little about how NIc goes tossing and turning the entire night like she's got nightmares of some kind when really she's just a regular thrasher. ]

Clothes are necessary. I don't wanna get hauled back to school just yet.

[ That's def a naked body though, and Tris glances at her with a grin before realizing that yes, they're both very naked and well.

These are the consequences of getting utterly shit-faced and high and being incredibly tactile people without much of a care for boundaries when you've been at it for a while. The connection is warm at best, friendly, sweet, and Tris finds he'd trust Nic with a lot of things. He leans over once he's fully untangled and kisses her jaw, a mix of hair that's tousled and caught, and skin, before slipping off the sheets to go and find his shirt first (hung on the windowsill, tossed without much care. ]

The poor little lady working the counter might be traumatised if we roll in like this.

[ the thought is amusing enough to incite a little chuckle from her, and she tips her head back to welcome the little kiss to the jaw with a sweet smile that's rarely seen when she's not being facetious. not even the barely-there hangover that's threatening to bust in could ruin this good mood.

turns out the sheets are pretty tangled though - she makes no apology, he knows what she's like in bed - and she almost ends up face first on the floor trying to get herself unfurled. in the process she ends up looking under the bed though, and she quickly reaches under and pulls something out with a triumphant grin. ]

Underwear. Yours, specifically. [ and she tosses them in tris's general direction, aiming for his head and poorly missing. ] Under the bed. What the hell were we thinking?

[ she's giving the room a cursory glance for clothes of her own. it's kind of messy, but she spots a few pieces that look salvageable. that'll do. ]

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