The Hangover
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dorksidefikerTitle: The Hangover
Author:dorksidefiker
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Anole
Prompt: Table 2/35. Overdose
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Rating: PG
Summary: Once more, Victor finds himself wondering what the hell he did last night.
Warnings: Slash
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Written formarvel_kink
It took Victor a surprisingly long time to identify the poster hanging above the bed he was in. After that, he spent a good long while trying to figure out how he'd ended up in a bed that had a Fast and the Furious poster tacked to the ceiling. This in turn lead to him wondering where his clothes were.
All this thinking started to make his head pound. "Nuuugh."
Suddenly, an arm flopped across Victor's chest, chasing away all thoughts of the pounding in his head or questions of where he was or what had happened to his clothes. It had become much more important to figure out what, exactly, he had done last night.
Peering out of the corner of his eye, all Victor could really make out was a head of blonde hair. Had he been hanging out with anyone with blonde hair last night? He remembered Julian talking him into coming out with a bunch of them, but beyond that... beyond that had been the Jello shots, and then nothing.
"Aw crap."
Author:
dorksidefikerFandom: X-Men
Characters: Anole
Prompt: Table 2/35. Overdose
Word Count:
Rating: PG
Summary: Once more, Victor finds himself wondering what the hell he did last night.
Warnings: Slash
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Written for
marvel_kinkIt took Victor a surprisingly long time to identify the poster hanging above the bed he was in. After that, he spent a good long while trying to figure out how he'd ended up in a bed that had a Fast and the Furious poster tacked to the ceiling. This in turn lead to him wondering where his clothes were.
All this thinking started to make his head pound. "Nuuugh."
Suddenly, an arm flopped across Victor's chest, chasing away all thoughts of the pounding in his head or questions of where he was or what had happened to his clothes. It had become much more important to figure out what, exactly, he had done last night.
Peering out of the corner of his eye, all Victor could really make out was a head of blonde hair. Had he been hanging out with anyone with blonde hair last night? He remembered Julian talking him into coming out with a bunch of them, but beyond that... beyond that had been the Jello shots, and then nothing.
"Aw crap."