The graveyard, dawn, Saturday morning

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And lo, the sun did rise over Fandom. Bright and shiny. Warm and gleaming.

"...ow, ow, ow, ow...."

Awakening those who had slept outdoors. On top of fresh graves. After many, many, drinks.

"Augh. Stupid vodka tonics."

[for notmyownage, although you're welcome to discover two very hungover girls in a graveyard.]

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[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

Honest, Jacob had been cheating and there was nothing accidental about his discovery. He'd gotten a voicemail (http://need-no-moon.livejournal.com/827.html?thread=165435) which sadly enough he'd only heard in the morning thanks to the whole sleeping outside thing. So then it'd been a simple matter of following his nose which led him to the graveyard.

Sure, sure. That was logical. "So was it worth it?"

[notmyownage]

Claudia peered blearily up at him, then groaned deeply and covered her head with both hands.

"I'm thinkin' no."

[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

He chuckled and squatted down, watching her from a distance. Oh, this was way too amusing. "Bet the waiter disagrees," he found the need to remind her.

[notmyownage]

"Oh god, I flashed him." Claudia's arms went tighter around her head. "I don't do that stuff!"

[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

"Shame," he had no just said that. Not when he was cringing inwardly about stuff he didn't do. It was much easier to concentrate on someone else's agony. "Should I go threaten him into silence?"

[notmyownage]

"I can do my own threatening," Claudia mumbled. "Oh god, I did do my own threatening." Just, not at Tino. She peered up at him again. "Wait, how did you even know we were here?"

[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

Jake watched her for a moment, then pulled his cell phone from his pocket. He dialed the number to listen to his voice messages and then held the phone out to her. "Press one."

[notmyownage]

Claudia frowned at him, then did as instructed. She listened. Her eyes widened. Her jaw dropped. She might have whimpered.

"oh gawd."

[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

"There wasn't a girl, or a boy," he said, grinning. "Or bigfoot porn, I don't want to know where you got that one from," he decided.

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

Scully looked up. And Up. And Up. And whimpered. Then stopped that.

"Hi." Ohhhhh she felt like warmed over death. And she had the experience to know what that felt like. She batted at a clump of dirt in her hair, and then sighed.

[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

"Morning," he said with as much obnoxious cheerfulness as he could manage. It helped repress his own sort of hangover, honestly. "You must be Scully then."

He knew she was, she was in one of his classes.

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Scully swayed a little, considered standing up so he wouldn't be so damn tall, then squinted at him. Wasn't he in her Sex Ed class? Hadn't he been shirtless at some point? Oh, this day just kept getting better. "Yep." She paused, then pointed to him as neurons fired. "Jacob?"

Wait. What was she trying to remember about him...? Something about last night?

[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

"Yep," he nodded, that damn smug smile wasn't going anywhere. "Should I ask how you guys ended up here, or do I not want to know?"

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"Uhhhh..." Scully rubbed her face, realized there was as smear of dirt on it, then took a breath and made a face as she smelled herself. "I. We were at Caritas." That much had still been clear. "There were drinks. And..." Ohhh, boy. She tried to smile at Jacob, a little desperately. "...not totally sure?"

[need-no-moon.livejournal.com]

"There were a lot of drinks," he correctly, she wasn't the only one able to smell that. That wasn't the part that had him frowning for a moment as very faintly there was another scent, but it was faint enough. "You both look to be in one piece at least."

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

Scully looked at her hands and herself; all clothes accounted for, whew. Then winced and rubbed all around her neck. Look, she had associations with waking up in strange places, okay? No bites. Also whew. "Yeah. God, that was dumb. I think I danced on the bar?" Yeah, she was never going back to Caritas. "I would say my drink was spiked, but I wasn't being myself before we got there."

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"Sounds familiar," he said, not just meaning what Claudia had been telling him on his voicemail. Except that sometimes it was just hard to know who he was to begin with. Wouldn't that be a nice excuse?

[notmyownage]

"Ah gawd," Claudia whimpered. "I hate mojitos."

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

"Vodka tonics are of the devil," Scully muttered, her head buried in her knees. "What were we thinking?"

[notmyownage]

"This is all your fault." It totally wasn't. "All I did was -- oh crap, the trebuchet!"

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

"It was not," although Scully totally, completely felt like it was, because what, was she crazy yesterday? Then her eyes widened in horror. "Oh god, you didn't. We didn't." Damnit! No!

[notmyownage]

"What the hell? We weren't even drunk yet then!"

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

"The Sex Ed presentation," Scully said, remembering back, and realizing how she'd conducted it. Oh, there was no end to the facepalming. "Were we on something all day? Because, you, with the trebuchet, and... I can't sing. I never sing."

[notmyownage]

"I was afraid of the island gods. Scully, I blamed gods for things."

[showmetheproof.livejournal.com]

"You what?" Scully stared, then rubbed her face again, blinking and whimpering a little. "That-- makes even less sense." Than turning into an irresponsible idiot for a day.