TA lounge, early morning

Cameron wakes up, belly down with his face squashed against the arm of the couch. The first thing he's aware of is that his mouth is dry and tastes vile. The second's that this definitely isn't his bed and there's no one beside him. Third, something hard is poking in his hip. It's only when he rolls onto his back and pulls out $50 in monopoly money and a silver metal car that he notices the splitting headache.

"Oh boy," he mutters and tries to sit up. The world is spinning and his shoulder is stiff. "Not good."

He's got absolutely no clue how he got here, but he's going to take a wild guess that it involves monopoly and booze. Which really doesn't add up.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-02-12 01:41 pm (UTC)(link)
For some reason Isabel was up early. The stack of Monopoly boxes was taking up space on her desk so she decided to put them away in the TA lounge until she could ask Prof. Lyman what she should do with them.

Not expecting anyone to be in there on a snowy Sunday morning, she's not particularly quiet when she comes into the room.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-02-12 01:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Boxes still in hand, Isabel walked over to the couch. "Cam? What are you doing here?"

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-02-12 01:46 pm (UTC)(link)
She shook her head and walked over to put the games in the closet. "That's what our dorms rooms are for. And they're usually more comfortable. With blankets and pillows even."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-02-12 01:50 pm (UTC)(link)
The games are now out of the way, stacked neatly in the closet. Isabel returned to the couch and perched on the arm of it, hovering above Cam's feet. "So what was up with you last night?"

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-02-12 01:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Isabel raised an eyebrow, "You wanted to play a version of Monopoly that involved hitting things. I've played with a lot of different rules before but that was a new one for me."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-02-12 02:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well that's good. But I'm sensing a But in big capital letters," she said. Her fingers moved up his spine, rubbing small circles trying to get rid of the tension.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-02-12 03:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"And that's the problem, huh?" She rubbed small circles right at the base of his skull. "And where exactly is there?"

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-02-12 03:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"Wow, I'm impressed." Her hands moved down his neck and over to his right shoulder, still rubbing to loosen up his muscles. "So what's the problem?"

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-02-12 03:14 pm (UTC)(link)
She felt him tense up, so she continued rubbing without speaking for a few moments, trying to give him time to relax. "Ahhh... Are you?"

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-02-12 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"Honestly Cam? I couldn't tell you. You were pretty out of it when I saw you." She settled back into the couch because it really was pretty comfy. "And I never saw you leave because I was playing at the other table."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-02-12 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's true. And I didn't hear anything on the radio. So I think you're okay." She watched him sit up before asking, "Are you going to be able to get back to your room okay? A hot shower would probably help a lot."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-02-12 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Come on then, I'll walk back with you," she said with a grin. "Otherwise, I might be the next person sleeping on the couch in here."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-02-12 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sometimes I wonder about Jeramiah... Actually it's just that this couch is comfy and I'm still a bit tired from last night. If I sit here much longer I might wind up taking a nap. And I'd rather do that in my own room." She got to her feet and stretched, then gestured at the door. "After you?"