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 02:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's not good," she said. "Want to talk about it?" She pushed very gently on his shoulder. "Turn around a bit. Let me see if I can help."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-02-12 02:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's rough, but you have to do what's right for you." She sighed, "I think we're old enough to be capable of knowing what we want."

Isabel put her hands on his shoulders and started to rub them gently. "How's this?"

[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 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Isabel smiled, "I don't know, that might be considered tactical studies." Moving her hands across to his other shoulder, she went to work. "Are your grades suffering? Because if they aren't then I wouldn't worry about it."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-02-12 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"You're hurt. I don't think anyone can hold it against you." She rubbed carefully, remembering that this was his injured shoulder. "Talk to your teachers. If they think there's a problem maybe you can do some extra credit or something to make up for it."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-02-12 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"I have them occasionally," Isabel smirked. "Is this helping at all?"

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-02-12 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not a problem. After last night, I'm relaxing today." She laughed, "I'd forgotten how hectic it can be to run something like that."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-02-12 04:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, you can always ask Molly and Peter, you were playing at their table for a while." She started working her hands down his back, right to his lower spine.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-02-12 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Isabel grinned, "No, no charge. But just realize I only do this for people I like. How's your head feel?" she asked as she worked on a particularly tight knot.

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