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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[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

He could question it, but seriously, his back was feeling better and if his head could follow suit...

"Alright, as long as you don't hum either." He slid down the couch and lay back down which his head on the pillow. In her lap. Right.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

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."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Most new age stuff is." Cameron agreed, but he did close his eyes. "S'nice, though." He mumbled.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"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."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

He kept his eyes closed, but did frown at the question. "She's okay. Maybe a bit pissed off and cranky about the thing, but I think we're alright."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"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."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Doesn't hurt anyway," he mumbles and maybe he should move, but... nice. "No, I didn't. Which makes me an overprotective jerk with double standards. Or just an idiot. One of those two."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"If you say so," Isabel said as she rubbed along his cheekbones. "I'm not saying anything. But why didn't you tell her?"

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"She'd have freaked out and told me not to go," Cameron sighed. "Seemed easier to tell her after the facts than go against her will and have her pissy at me anyway."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

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.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron's a bit surprised that it's over, but managed not to whine. "She's not making me sleep on the couch?" He frowned. "This not counting, I think. Shit. Did I fight with her at the party?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Last night? No, she wasn't at game night. So unless something happened before or after I saw you, things should be okay."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

He relaxed a bit. Just a bit. "I don't think so? Geez, just how much did I drink?" He rubbed a hand across his face.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

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