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Between the feathered shirt (at least she thinks that’s part of the shirt), the beaked mask, and the familiarity of the jawline poking where that mask ends, Allison is intrigued. She’s a little jealous, momentarily wishing she had been so clever with her outfit. Mostly, she wants to know who that person is. “Are you meant to be a particular kind of bird this evening?” she asks when she reaches him. “Or were we going for a general avian aesthetic? Either way I’m into it.”

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❤ jacy

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Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message - @bxronjacy

to jacy - I keep thinking about how good you fucked me the other night.to jacy - You should come over and do all of that again.

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“It’s too early.” That’s the first thing Allison thinks when she wakes up, not realizing that she’s mumbled it also. More than anything, she wants to bury her head back into the pillow (or Jacy’s shoulder. Either would do) she’s claimed and go back to sleep. However, her second thoughts are of all worst parts of the ball - which have managed to mar an otherwise good evening - making it impossible for her to do that. Instead, she decides to distract herself, to find anything to keep her from thinking about it. Talking. Talking works. “You wouldn’t object to me staying in your bed all day, would you?” She asks, a subtle laughter in her voice, indicating that, at least one some level, she’s joking.

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☻ jallison

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[ ☻ ] my muse wakes up in your muse’s closet the night after a party.

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Allison doesn’t remember drinking that much.

She remembers drinking, remembers having a good night. She just doesn’t remember drinking so much that she’s passed out in what is definitely not a bed. It takes a moment, when her eyes open to register where exactly she fell asleep the night before. In fact it’s not until her hand - which is reaching to push her hair out of her face - brushes against hanging fabric that she realizes she’s in a closet.

That’s a new one.

That same hand brushes some of the exhaustion from her eyes, further smearing whatever’s left the dark shadow from the night before, before pushing against the closet doors. The light that comes from isn’t ridiculously bright on its own, but compared to the darkness she was enveloped in just moments before, it’s almost too much to handle. No. Not almost. It is too much to handle. A pained groan escapes her, and her eyes shut tightly until she has a chance to adjust to the morning.

When she does opens them again, Allison gets more information - Specifically regarding whose closet she fell asleep in. She thanks whatever god there is that it’s someone she knows, someone she trusts; That makes it at least a little less embarrassing. “Jacy,” she whines, picking herself up and slowly shuffling out of the closet. “How did I end up in the closet?” Hopefully he’s in a better state than she is and can shed some light on the situation.