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 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.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-02-12 05:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"Feel like being a victim? In a strictly good way?" Isabel asked with a laugh. "My friend's mom was really New Agey. She showed us some ways to get rid of headaches using massage. I can see if it would work on you."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-02-12 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"There will be no new age music," she promised and then held up her hands and waggled her fingers. "Just these."

Isabel slid back to the end of the couch and grabbed a pillow. She looked at it carefully before placing it in her lap. "Stretch out and put your head here."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-02-12 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Using her thumbs she started rubbing circles on his temples. "There will be no humming. Just talking. Mrs. Deluca was sweet, and some of the stuff she told us was great. But the rest of it? Just a bit crazy."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-02-12 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good, I hope it helps." She continued making circles, moving across his forehead and down to the bridge of his nose. "So how's Vala? I haven't had a chance to talk to her since the study group cover party."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-02-12 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"You didn't tell her did you? I realized that when I was talking to her at the party." Using her index fingers she pressed down on the bridge of his nose and then dragged them down his nose, still applying pressure. "This is supposed to be really good if you have a sinus headache. I'm not sure if it'll help a hangover much. Maybe some."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-02-12 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"If you say so," Isabel said as she rubbed along his cheekbones. "I'm not saying anything. But why didn't you tell her?"

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-02-12 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
There might have been the sound of a snort. Maybe. "There's some logical thinking. In a twisted, and very male way. Has she forgiven you yet?" Finished, she slid out from under the pillow and took a seat on the other couch.

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-02-12 07:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"Last night? No, she wasn't at game night. So unless something happened before or after I saw you, things should be okay."

[identity profile] izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com 2006-02-12 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
bumped to here (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomassistant/9783.html?thread=652599#t652599)