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The Hangover from Hell

Date & Time: December 8
Location: Unit 106
Characters: Lucy Heartfilia, Natsu Dragneeel
Summary: Lucy's woken up with the hangover from hell. Natsu crashed on the couch. She has no clue what she did, hahaha, awkwardness ensues.

Lucy's dreams had been plagued with demons. Red haired demons chasing her down a spiraling path, bottles of booze scattered over the floor, tempting her with coaxing 'drink meeeeeeeeeeeee' calls. Yet if she stopped to be tempted, the demon started to catch up. Just as she was sprinting around a corner, she heard the demon howling behind her, hot breath on her neck and she screamed -

Only to wake up with a start and a squeak in her bed, still in her masquerade gown, though her mask has been taken off at least. Rumpled, sleepy, and the slightest sound causing her head to pound like someone was beating on it with a pair of drum sticks, she groggily pushed herself off of the bed.

She was home, so ... she must have made it back somehow. She couldn't remember what had happened the previous night, in all honesty, but it couldn't have been that bad. She hoped. Ugh, she had to cross into the living room, shading her eyes all the way, wanting to head into the bathroom. Had she noticed an extra guest? Nosuh, she hadn't!

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Escaping the red demon had been far more taxing than anything else that night. In fact he still couldn't believe that he actually succeeded in staying out of her reach let alone manage to slip into Lucy's room before she could follow. All of it further reinforced the fact that the night had been far worse than the one at the hotsprings.

He hadn't wanted to risk any further misunderstandings so he decided to leave Lucy's clothes on. The mask he placed by the bedside table and he had intended to make his escape. Unfortunately the fatigue in his body caught up and he staggered and tripped his way facefirst onto the couch in said living room. Given Lucy lived there, he immediately picked up her scent from the pillows. That was the finishing blow.

By the time Lucy staggered into the room, Natsu had managed to shrug off the torn tatters of his shirt and coat. So she could basically see him sprawled on top of the sofa, one arm draped haphazardly over his stomach. His mouth was parted slightly as he snored faintly. Her entrance did not get a single twitch or other reaction from the slumbering Dragon Slayer.

She had gotten halfway to the door when something told her to just... turn around. It was probably the snoring. Figuring it might be one of her roommies, she turned, only to blink in surprise.

Why is there a half naked Natsu on her couch?

He looked like he was sleeping so peacefully too, she didn't want to wake him. But she also had the nasty aftertaste of morning breath and alcohol. That had to be dealt with first.

So after a short stop in the bathroom, she padded quietly over to a closet, pulling out a light bedsheet. Natsu probably didn't even need it, but it was habitual to put a blanket over someone crashing on their couch.

Besides, Natsu was cute when he was sleeping.

Provided he didn't reflexively deck her again, that is.

Why indeed. Natsu could only wish most of that previous night had been nothing but a very bad and scary dream. Unfortunately for him, he was probably the only one to remember the whole thing. Still it was getting to the point that his consciousness would begin to resurface.

No risk of sending her soaring into the sky this time. His sleep was at the moment dreamless and any dreams prior to that had been a mix of the Red demon and Lucy acting like a cat more than even Happy ever did.

Natsu's closed eyes scrunched up a bit as he started picking up the sounds of activity in the room. Just a few more minutes, is what he would say if he was sufficiently aware at that point.

Most, eh? Eh? Ahem. It's true, he likely was the only one to remember everything. Though she'd sympathize with the dreams about the red demon. That was the scariest thing anyone could ever dream of, she was sure.

Smiling in a quiet amusement as Natsu started rousing himself, she raised a hand, caught herself and instead straightened. At least her roommates were out - though they were both quiet people. Her head was pounding too much to deal with a certain noise level.

Catching sight of the clock, she quirked an eyebrow, though she wasn't sure she should be as surprised. "Already nearly noon?" Man she was knocked OUT. Another glance towards Natsu, and the mystery of his missing shirt-back. "What happened last night..." Welp she'll just have to ask him!

Yes most. While he didn't understand that it meant there was no denying some of the events felt...nice to say the least. Though treading down that path of thought was a big biiiig no no at the moment.

Natsu's ears picked the sound of Lucy voice and his eyes started to crack open just enough to let in the first blinding rays of daylight. There was something on him. Something warm and soft. No not THAT kind of warm and soft.

"Mmmm~ Ask?" he repeated groggily before bringing the back of his hand to his eyes to try and wipe the sleep from his eyes.

Whoops! She woke him up. Padding out towards the couch again, she smiled sympathetically, her voice lower than usual. "Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up."

Ask? "I was going to ask what happened to your shirt." Seriously, it's like someone tore it off.

It wasn't his head that was pounding from the effect the strong alcohol ingested last night. Even so he pushed himself up into a sitting position. Natsu rubbed his eyes before letting out a long unceremonious yawn.

" 's okay." Natsu actually felt thirsty given he didn't drink anything in several hours but before he could speak up about that, Lucy asked her question.

"That thing?" he said pointing out the torn shreds on the floor. "Erza did it. She kept seeing me as everyone except me, last night."

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She wished it was! ... no, wait, that's too cruel to wish on someone.

Wow. Wooooow. She straightened gingerly, "Erza did that?" Her voiec almost above a whisper, though she winced slightly, wishing she hadn't. "Urggh.." She carefully settled on opposite end of the couch, holding her head in her hands.

"My head feels like it's going to split open. Was Erza drinking?" Ah, Erza and you, Lucy.

Natsu felt sorry for his suffering friend. Unfortunately he wasn't familiar with any magical cures for a hangover other than patience and time. He shuffled a bit closer settling himself more comfortably on Lucy's couch.

"Yeah. Erza and you too. You said something about a drinking contest when I found you." Just going to focus on how it all started for now. For the sake of sanity and because his mind wasn't jump starting to 100% all that quickly.

[ Maybe Wendy's Troia. But she isn't here, and Lucy kind of deserved the hangover knowing how well she took to alcohol. I.E. Not at all. ]

A drinking contest? ... what was I thinking? [ It's a rhetorical question, don't bother answering it. ]

Aside from Erza ripping half of your shirt off - God that sounds bad, but at least it wasn't me - we didn't... do anything weird, right?

[ Like. Dancing on a table with random strangers or worse. Oh dear god. ]

"Beats me. I wasn't there or I would've stopped you. By the time I found you, you were already wobbly and all happy" Natsu shrugged before flinching faintly at her other question.

"Depends what you'd find weird..." he answered evasively. How much could he really tell her safely? Not answering wasn't going to help much either plus there was a high chance of someone else bringing up th events from last night.

Lucy isn't sure she likes that answer. It's too evasive. And hangover or not, her wild imagination was still in full working order. "Dancing on tables, for one thing. Or feeding peaches to someone while sitting in their lap. I guess that would be weird for a start."

Or not so much weird as SO out of character. Though she looked a little sick to her stomach when she glanced at her friend. "... what did I do?"

Maybe it was harmless! Maybe she just lead a group in a rousing song of karaoke!

Natsu raised an eyebrow. Her imagination while sober was wilder than most things she could conjur while intoxicated it seemed. Was this a writer's kind of thing? Natsu didn't know but he had a story to...edit out.

"Nah you didn't do any of that really. Unless you did it before I found you. Or should I say before you found me." Natsu was going to just skirt around the dangerous detail of her pretty much draping herself over him, if that was okay with her.

Don't judge her! And yes, it was a writer thing. Or at least, a Lucy-writer thing. "Oh, so I found you?" She sounds a bit relieved - although that gap of she didn't know what she'd done before running into Natsu and all."

Also she was totally fine with him editing out certain details of the evening. It wasn't like anyone had been around to take incriminating photos or expose Natsu's lies. "I guess I caused you a little trouble with all of that." Being drunk and everything.

"You stumbled your way around till you found me yea." Natsu said with a faint shrug. Trouble was a term he'd use pretty loosely for the most part. "Well it wasn't really that bad. You just fed me some kind of party treat." The long cookie incident was one of those conflicting memories of the night he would try to leave out.

"After that we started walking around trying ot find Erza before she got drunk. We didn't find her if that wasn't obvious."

"I ..." Wat. Lucy glances at Natsu at that, and then away again, both because there's just too much light in that direction, and because the thought is a little embarrassing. "I really need to stay away from alcohol. I can't take it at all." And she ends up doing weird things, like being extra cuddly or worse.

"What about Erza? Do you know how she's doing?"

For some reason he finds himself also averting his eyes a bit. Seems while he managed to not mention the other incident, his mind was not so compliant as he remembered just how close they had been before the snap.

"Yeah...I'll try to keep you far away from any next time" Natsu offered with a half laugh. Why was this getting so awkward? Oh hey distraction.

"Probably still passed out in her room where I managed to drag her. If not I'd be dead by now." He visibly shuddered. He's gonna have hell to pay after the accidents between himself and his red haired demon of a friend.

Lucy's laugh was a little short of the usual energetic laughs she's had, nodding. "That's probably for the best." She agreed sheepishly, glancing at her friend.

... and just the strangest mental image came to mind, but she shook her head again, wincing as she did so. "That's terrifying. I kept dreaming demons were chasing me, and ..." Uh, you don't need to know the rest. "A-anyway. Are you hungry? You haven't eaten yet right?" Since he just woke up and all.

Demons huh? Only one matching that description was their red haired friend that had chased them all the way back to the complex. Still that wasn't something he wanted to think about right now. And lucky for him the perfect distraction presented itself.

"Yea something to eat sounds good. But you sure you can handle it so soon?" After all he's seen plenty of people with hangovers and a lot of them weren't exactly a nice sight to behold for the first few hours.

"I won't know until I try, right?" Besides, it was that or wonder about that awkwardness. And even though she felt like her head was being sat on by an elephant - or even a dragon - and the thought of food made her sick to her stomach, she wanted to do something nice since Natsu had been looking out for her and Erza.

So she pushed herself to her feet, gingery stepping over to the kitchen and keeping her eyes shaded. Ugh, too much light. Don't mind her if she starts closing the curtains.

An awkwardness that he fully had to endure since hello he didn't have the convenient forgetfulness induced by the drinks from last night. Natsu was feeling fairly peckish so after stretching his arms towards the ceiling he shuffled after Lucy.

"Anything I can help with?" That was only half true since his main priority was to make sure Lucy wouldn't hurt herself while trying to put together the meal she had in mind.

Yes, well, next time YOU can get drunk and have the convenient forgetfulness!

... wait. D..don't that would be almost as terrifying as drunk Erza.

When Natsu wanered into the kitchen, Lucy was already in the process of leaning over the sink, tugging a curtain closed. Not nearly as dark as she would like, but it would have to do.

She kind of wanted to crawl back under her blankets, actually. "Huh?" It's true, she was liable to burn herself or something in her state. "Um..." Hrhm. "Mind grabbing a plate?" Red X kept putting them up on the top shelf where she had to climb up to reach them, the bully.

Yeah most likely. Only with potentially more destruction since his power could easily destroy without him comanding it consciously.

Natsu watched Lucy closely. At least closing the curtains was still within her ability. He was kind of reconsidering the whole cooking thing though. Lucy should probably still recover for a bit, yet here she was trying to cook for the two of them.

"Plates. Got it." he said and quickly headed over to the shelf reaching up with ease taking two plats stacked one on top of the other.

"Not so loud!" Lucy. Those plates BARELY even clinked together, god. Though even her footsteps sounded loud to her. ANd she wasn't even wearing high heeled shoes.

Closing the curtains? Nooooooo problem. Making breakfast...is almost definitely outside of the realm of her ability right now. She was trying though! After all, if it had been her alone, she would have had to force herself to be up and about eventually. And what if she'd had taken a mission?

She'd be screwed, plain and simple. "I bet Erza isn't having this sort of trouble." She probably was up and about and feeling fine by now. SO UNFAIR.

Collecting a set of eggs, she turned away again, her face a little grin. Just the idea of eating, let alone cooking..guh.

"Didn't know getting drunk gave you sharper hearing than a Dragon slayer's." Natsu teased with a roll of his eyes before *quietly* setting the plates on the table. With that task out of the way, Natsu once again watched Lucy. No she was definitely not in any state to cook.

It would seem this was one of those times when he had to act like a good team mate. So Natsu rolled up his metaphorical sleeves and walked up next to Lucy.

"I got an idea. Why don't you tell me what you wanted to make and I'll do the cooking." With her instructing him it wouldn't be possible for disaster to occur right?

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