TA lounge, early morning

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

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.

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[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

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.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"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.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"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."