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open_flameCharacters: Liz Sherman, Becky Sullivan
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covent_of_chaos). The morning after Liz's Birthday
Prompt: Fuck & Run – Liz Phair
I didn’t think this would happen again, with or without my best intentions.
AN: Becky didn’t get to have any birthday shenanigans with Liz, so here we go :D The lyric refers to Liz getting so wasted she can’t remember what she did, not the randomish guy in the bed thing.
Liz fell off the bed with a thump, her already pounding head ringing even more as she blinked and tried to figure out where she was.
“HAPPY DAY AFTER YOUR BIRTHDAY!” Becky shouted as Liz winced in pain and looked up at her from the floor. Her ever-energetic friend had clearly not slept yet. Becky wore the sparkling tiara that was on Liz’s head for most of the night.
“Ugh…where…what…how the hell…?” Liz grumbled as she picked her head up to look at the bed she’d just fallen from. “Oh…crap!” Liz nearly threw up when she noticed the stripper that the REALLY didn’t want lying on the other side of the bed. He wasn’t naked, but close enough. “I…” Liz had more panic in her eyes than Becky had ever seen.
“You don’t sleep with him, don't worry. He just said he never got a good nights sleep in his shitty apartment so you insisted he stay here and get some sleep.”
“Oh…” Liz nodded and kept her eyes fixed on the man that was in… well it wasn’t technically her bed; they were in a motel but still. “Yeah, that sounds like something I’d say.”
“You’re such a good person Liz. Just like a mom, only so much cooler.” Becky chuckled and helped her very hung over friend to her feet.
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covent_of_chaos). The morning after Liz's BirthdayPrompt: Fuck & Run – Liz Phair
I didn’t think this would happen again, with or without my best intentions.
AN: Becky didn’t get to have any birthday shenanigans with Liz, so here we go :D The lyric refers to Liz getting so wasted she can’t remember what she did, not the randomish guy in the bed thing.
Liz fell off the bed with a thump, her already pounding head ringing even more as she blinked and tried to figure out where she was.
“HAPPY DAY AFTER YOUR BIRTHDAY!” Becky shouted as Liz winced in pain and looked up at her from the floor. Her ever-energetic friend had clearly not slept yet. Becky wore the sparkling tiara that was on Liz’s head for most of the night.
“Ugh…where…what…how the hell…?” Liz grumbled as she picked her head up to look at the bed she’d just fallen from. “Oh…crap!” Liz nearly threw up when she noticed the stripper that the REALLY didn’t want lying on the other side of the bed. He wasn’t naked, but close enough. “I…” Liz had more panic in her eyes than Becky had ever seen.
“You don’t sleep with him, don't worry. He just said he never got a good nights sleep in his shitty apartment so you insisted he stay here and get some sleep.”
“Oh…” Liz nodded and kept her eyes fixed on the man that was in… well it wasn’t technically her bed; they were in a motel but still. “Yeah, that sounds like something I’d say.”
“You’re such a good person Liz. Just like a mom, only so much cooler.” Becky chuckled and helped her very hung over friend to her feet.
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