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10/25/2015 12:19:36 AM
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[b]Drunk Wake up [/b]
[i]The clock went off, around 8 AM
Jupiter, being who she is, doesn't wake up for four hours later, ending up finding herself with a headache from her hangover
She moans, not wanting to move
Dean, she didn't know where he was, either still laying in bed or off doing something
She rolls over onto her back, and remains there for a bit[/i]
[spoiler]Open to Monty[/spoiler]
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He sleeps next to her, quietly snoring, shirtless.
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[b]She looks at herself Still clothed, but her shirt has a rip in it Not caring to find out why, she sits up slowly, trying not to anger the hornets nest in her head as she stands up[/b]
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He rolls onto his side, revealing scars on his back. Sunlight shines through the small window into the room.
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[b]She stands up, taking off her shirt and throws it to the side, pointless in keeping it now Her curvy form is revealed, as she walks over to the shower[/b]
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The water running wakes him up. He looks around, seeing the shirt. Dean stands walking by the bathroom. "Jupiter, that you?"
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[i]"No, its the pizza guy"[/i] [b]She smirks, cleaning out her hair[/b]
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"Obviously." He chuckles a bit, heading towards the dresser.
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[b]After a bit, the shower cuts out, as she steps put and fires herself off Once done, she walks over to the dresser, not caring if she was naked or not, and dresses herself[/b]
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"Hungover?" He produces a pair of boxers, jeans and a T shirt from the dresser.
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[i]"Of course I am"[/i] [b]She pulls practical clothing, placing a bra across her figures and putting a shirt on, and jeans as well as undergarments after[/b]
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He starts changing his clothes. "I'm....sorta hungover. I think. It's not bad, you know?" Dean pulls down his pants, starting to change them and his boxers.
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[b]She nods, and goes for her jacket[/b]
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He puts on his shirt and grabs his jacket and hands her her's. He opens the door for her.
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[b]She steps out, strapping her pistol to her thigh[/b]
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He follows, grabbing his own pistol and putting it in his hip holster.
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[spoiler]cue conversation above?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Yep[/spoiler]
