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con't from here
With no alarm clock to wake him up, Braden had dozed through half of the morning. Finally, as the sun began to fully permeate his bedroom, he slowly began to leave the land of dreams and return to the land of wakefulness. Before his eyes opened, he noticed that there was a familiar taste in his mouth. He ran his tongue over the roof of his mouth a few times.
Vodka.
He started to roll over when he became aware of a warmth next to him. It startled his for a only a moment, but then the previous night’s escapades came flooding back him. His brain attempted to process them all and put them into chronological order.
Bar.
Dumb girls making out.
Game of pool.
Pretty Blonde…Clemence? Yeah. Clemence
Vodka.
Cab.
Home.
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Jiggity Jig. Braden grinned wickedly as he rolled over to check on the condition of his bedmate.
Clemence was pretty sure someone was aiming lightning bolts directly at her head. It wasn't until she felt movement next to her that she opened her eyes. For a moment, she thought she was in her trailer, but then she realized that if that were the case, no one should be next to her in the bed.
She quickly sat up, regretting the fact as the room seemed to spin wildly around her. One hand pressed against her forehead, she turned bleary eyes on the person lying next to her. Then it dawned on her. Braden. Oh, yeah.
Looking down, she realized she was in fact nude and hastily pulled the sheets up around her. "Morning," she said, trying to regain some semblance of dignity.
It took some doing, but Braden managed to pull himself together quickly enough to not laugh out loud at what he termed the “sheet scramble.” It was not the first time he had seen it. Probably not the last, either. From the look in her eyes, continuing last night’s bedroom festivities this morning was out of the question. At least for now.
“Good morning,” he replied groggily, pushing the sheets off of himself and rising slowly. Rarely did any good come of moving quickly first thing in the morning.
“And yes, I have coffee, aspirin, or whiskey. You may have them in any combination you like.” He guessed whiskey wasn’t going to be a big one with her. Eh, more for him. He crossed the room and flipped the switch on the coffee maker.
( I've got a great idea )
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