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]

Boxes still in hand, Isabel walked over to the couch. "Cam? What are you doing here?"

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Beats me," Cameron keeps hs eyes closed. Bright. "Sleep?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

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."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Tell me about it," Cameron rubbed his shoulder.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

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?"

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron opened one eye as he felther near and looked at her. He didn't remember seeing her last night, but that was probably bad to admit. "How do you mean?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

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."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Are you sure I wasn't asking you to spar?" He asked and waved the $50 bill at her.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I don't think so. You were being pretty strange and not-Cam-like. But I don't think you meant sparring." She leaned forward and plucked the money out of his hand. "I'll take that. It needs to go back in the game box."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

He stared at his empty hand for a moment, then nodded. "This too?" He asked as he held out the car.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"That to. But I'll buy you a Matchbox car the next time I'm in town to make up for it." She studied him for a moment. "Is something wrong?"

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Thanks," he leaned his head back and threw his arm across his eyes. "I got a headache."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Were you drinking last night? Because that could explain the headache." Without waiting for his answer she walked over to the fridge and opened it. Fortunately there were several bottles of water there, she grabbed one for herself and one for Cam and then returned to her perch on the arm of the couch.

"Here, drink this," she said, holding out the bottle. "It'll help."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Maybe? Thanks," he opened the bottle and tried to drink while lying down which really only ended in him nearly choking and rolling onto his side so he could sit up. Ow.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel shook her head, silly boy. "Were you at Cally's party before coming up to game night? I wanted to stop by but never got a chance because I was setting up."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Uh," Cameron wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. "Yeah, right. I think so."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"You don't remember? How much did you have to drink?" she asked, concerned.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron looked sheepishly at her. "I don't remember?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Oh Cam..." She sighed, "You do realize you're going to hurt for the rest of the day? I hope it was worth it."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"I'll live," he says shortly and sits up. Yay, spinning. In a not so wee sort of way.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Sorry," she said. "Didn't mean to be preachy."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

He sighed and shook his head. "No, it's. I'm sorry. I don't think I'm in the best of moods."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

She slid down onto the couch and slid over next to him. "It's okay, I was out of line. Why the bad mood? Just the hangover or something more?"

She held out her hands and flexed her fingers, "Shoulder rub?"

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Just parents being a pain," he blushed slightly as he looked at her. "My shoulder's still stiff," which really could be taken either way.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"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."