Something worse than a Hangover. [Jeremy]

There is a weird moment when one wakes up and their brain thinking that it is at home, tries to make sense of its unfamiliar sights and sounds within it’s sleepy haze. For Lesleigh, who’s bedroom window was above Diagon Alley, the sound of Sunday morning car traffic was completely out of place. She cracked her eye open and found a ceiling washed with late morning light from a window on the wrong side of her room. It took a few blinks to realize this was not her room at all. She closed her eyes and thought. She could not remember getting a hotel last night, besides her budget would not allow for it. Too broke. Did I take a port key somewhere? Maybe I crashed at a friend’s house. She rationalized this as she sat up, while feeling a familiar throb in her temple. There was nothing worse than a Hangover.

The problem is that she was pretty sure none of her friends had rooms which looked like this and no respectable wizard’s inn would have a muggle cat poster that said ‘hang in there’ just slapped on the wall with a sticky charm.   Where was she? She then became aware that besides the large comforter and the sheet cocooned around her she was naked. Like COMPLETELY NAKED Oh, my sweet Merlin, What happened last night? She glance over the edge of the bed, but only a strange lone sock laid there crunched up. It was not hers. She was about to crawl over the other side of the bed in search for her clothes when her hand felt something under the comforter… With wide eyes she pulled back the quilted blanket to see a snoring mess of red curls. Jeremy!?!? Did she really go home with Jeremy? NO way! No freaking way! And did they… No, she would never … She lifted the covers more, he was in a pink silk robe covered in Unicorns shooting rainbows out of their asses and nothing else.

“OH, MY…" escaped her mouth before she slapped a hand on her face to prevent herself from waking him up. She was going to cry, scream, and run away but first things first she had to find her clothes. She slipped out on the opposite side of the bed and began her search. Although she quickly found her wand on the nightstand, the rest of the bedroom did not produce anything she owned, just some random scattering of Jeremy's clothes. Even summoning her clothes did not seem to work. She was going to check the rest of the house but as she got close to the door, she heard voices coming from down the hall.

"Shoot, shoot, shoot," or more precisely something more of the colorful variety escaped her lips in a whisper. Although she was also determined to slip away before Jeremy woke up, she preferred not to have to parade in front of his roommates nor apparate to Diagon Alley wearing only a polka dotted sheet. She would have wished to apparated directly into her bedroom but her mum had incoming ‎apparition wards on the house. She finally resorted to opening Jeremy’s dresser drawer quietly, to barrow Jeremys clothes. She could apparate to Diagon Alley, slip into her house, change and act like this never happened. Although her heart sank as she realized she may not find her favorite black leather jacket again. She supposes she could ask him for it later, but Merlin help him if he gossiped about this. I mean he was Jeremy. JEREMY! I would never. I mean really someone must have Imperius me or something..

Swimming in the least outrageous things she could find, which consisting of a “Taco Tuesday” shirt that showed tacos running saying “don’t eat me,” red and green plaid boxer shorts and a cheapy pair of neon yellow sandals five sizes to large, she opened his door and then apparated out of his hallway. She got up the three steps to her father's store door, when she halted. Her mind was just going over what she needed to do today, she thought about the task of feeding her boss’s cat and remembered his keys. "The Keys? THE KEY’S! Oh MY GOSH THE KEYS! Where are they?" She patted her non-existing pockets, while her mind raced. She had had them when she checked on her boss's cat yesterday. She put them in her jacket pocket and went to the bar. She had to check on the cat today and her boss was going to be back tomorrow. "Oh MY … I am going to get fired."

It only took her three seconds, before she was back in Jeremys bedroom. Standing over him with her hands on her hips. It was all Jeremy's fault and he was going to help her find them, or she was going to... "Ahhhggrrr," a frustrated growl escaped her lips before she continued the thought. ...go all dark wizard on him or something.  She grabbed the corner of the blanket covering him and then pulled back all the way revealing the six foot tall curly mop headed idiot who since her absence had sprawled out, reclaiming all the bed real estate.

"Wake up Jeremy. Wake UP!!” She shouted not caring of his bloody roommates heard. She had to find her Boss's keys and this sleep goof was going to get them for her. "Jeremy!" She wondered if she should shake him, or summon some water when he started to wake up on his own. She quickly demanded, “Where is my clothes and my keys?”

If he vanished them as part of a joke, she was going to kill him!

@Jeremy Edwards

Snoring through the second round of a game show in his dreams where he was the prize behind door number one but no one ever opened it Jeremy was relieved (and a little sad because he wanted to know who won) when he was jostled awake. "Okay okay get bent Conrad I'm up." He said gruffly to the only one of his pack of roommates that actually cared about keeping jobs and paying rent and all of that adult nonsense. He had basically been the redhead's alarm clock for the last five months and naturally he assumed this morning wasn't much different. The splitting head ache and need for a shower he felt was also not out of the ordinary but very quickly Jeremy realized things were not like they usually were.

"I don't know, where did you leave them?" He asked as he sat up and realized he was pretty much buck naked. He was pretty sure he still had some fuzzy socks on with the little grippers so he wouldn't slip as he drunkenly rampaged about the disgusting excuse for a flat looking for snacks but that was about it. "And better yet, what are you doing in my room?"

"Hang on...."

Things began to pull themselves back into view, the night became clearer and also fuzzier all at once, and Jeremy was sure it couldn't be true. "HANG ON." He nearly shouted before biting his fist and making a weird little squeal sound. The exact type of sound a nerdy twenty something with zero charisma and even less swagger would when coming to the assumption he was pretty sure he was about to.

"Dd we shag?"

This was the best. No wait it was the worst. He didn't remember it. Did she remember it? It was good wasn't it? Was it... Oh crap. A hundred thoughts went through his mind until he finally landed on a firm one. "Did you steal my shirt?" He was pretty sure Leisleigh Ollivander did not wear that type of clothing, especially not when it was two sizes too big for her and still had the soy sauce stain from a few nights ago just under the neck line.

His head was pounding and he was really really hungry but nothing could keep the grin from his face as he said he out loud again.

"We totally shagged."

“If I KNEW where I left them, I won’t be here asking you!” She said frustrated, answering his first intelligible sentence. As he sat up to take a better look at her, she realized she was about to see more of Jeremy’s body then she ever wanted in her life, so she covered her eyes with her hand. Yet she still glimpsed at him between her fingers, to make sure he was not going back to bed. “Merlin’s beard, Jeremy please get some clothes on.”

And better yet, what are you doing in my room?

“I told you Jeremy, I am looking for my CLOTHES. You know my clothes?” She motioned to her body as if the motion explained the meaning of the term to the half-naked red headed moron in front of her. “The blackjacked and the shorts I was wearing last night. Have you seen them?”

Hang on....
 
“What do you mean hang on?" She asked hopefully thinking he was remembering more of the last nights events than she did.  When he nearly shouted, Lesleigh’s hangover head throbbed. “Ouch…” she said as she rubbed her temple. She needed her hangover cure but first she needed to find at least her jacket. She squinted at him… and noticed he has his fist in his mouth and …. Oh gosh that squealing was not helping her head either. Still she hoped that the squealing and the surprise look on his face did not mean her clothes where gone or melted or something bad. So she asked hopefully, “Do you remember anything?”

Did we shag?

She was talking about her clothes, but he was talking about something else. “Oh. Merlin.” She said sitting down on the edge of her bed. Was it true? Could I have done you know, with …. Jeremy? How drunk was I? She can remember having a drink or two at the pub before Jeremy and a few of his friends showed up. Then someone got an idea of going karaoking… someone else started a drinking game involving drinking for every word you missed. Still, Les was sure she would know all of her favorite songs… she couldn't have gotten that drunk.  Could she? Her head argued otherwise. Still, what else happened last night? How else could she end up naked, in bed... with him. She couldn’t remember.  She turned to him and looked into his green eyes.  “Did we, you know? I mean.  I know I was naked, and you are…”

Did you steal my shirt?

His words interrupted her incoherent question. She looked down at his Taco shirt. She leaned over and picked up one of his pillows and tried to hit him with it. “YES, it is YOUR shirt. As I said I am missing my clothes and I NEED your help FINDING them!”

We totally shagged.

“Jeremy stop thinking about shagging for just as second and help he figure out where my clothes are.” She said frustrated,  before thinking; Wizards only have one thought on their brains. I could shag… I mean SHAKE him. Oh. Merlin. What is wrong with me?  Les get yourself together. She shook her head and then continued to address him  “DO you remember when we... I mean, where did I take off my clothes?”

A sound came from the door. She stood and pointed. She knew if she went out there she would see all his friends and they were never going to let her live this down. “Could they be somewhere in the living room or something? Go check for me really quick. I just really, really need to find my jacket.”

Some how it was absolutely and completely fitting that when Jeremy finally did land himself a witch he couldn't remember a minute of it. If it even happened that was, which he was seriously trying hard to believe that it did. Some part of his brain was working a mile a minute and convincing him that even though he didn't remember it this was a good thing because if it happened once it was that much more likely to happen again.

Jeremy Edwards really did not understand females.

Her yelling snapped him out of his half dream half plan and back to the reality before him. Yup, she was still there, still naked, and he couldn't help but dance a little as he moved to put his feet on the floor with the covers still firmly over his bits. "Well I could help you, but you seem to have more clothing than I do at the moment." He looked down at his lap, covered by the blanket, and tapped his green and yellow fuzzy socks on the floor playfully. "No peaking, I know you're all about this now but have some respect." He slid out of the bed, holding the sheet around him as he went and tripped his way over to a pair of cargos with way too many pockets that were haphazardly draped over what used to be a chair but was now absolutely a shelf.

Wiggling into the shorts with quite a bit of difficulty he managed to flash her a pretty decent amount of his pale buttcheeks before finally buttoning them up and turning back around to face her. "Okay okay don't get your knickers in a knot." He said in the most ridiculously childish way before winking at her dramatically and tucking out of the room to search the common area of the apartment he shared with more derelicts than was probably legal. As much as he wanted to scream at the top of his lungs THERE IS A NAKED WITCH IN MY ROOM he held himself back. The over eager wizard literally had to hold his breath as he passed a few of the guys playing some game with little enchanted dragons and knight figurines on the coffee table to avoid spilling the beans.

Eventually he returned to the bedroom empty handed and bounded onto the bed. "No luck, guess you will just have to stay that way." He smirked again, folding his legs on the bed and stretching out. Then he turned toward a dressing chest covered in stickers and scratches and written notes and noticed something sparkly poking out from a corner.

"Oh wait, is that them?"

 

Leslegh watched him kick the air with a childlike glee. She expected the wizard did not get laid that often but come-on, he could act a little cooler about it. She rolled her eyes and remain sitting on the edge of the bed only to prevent her pacing the room and totally freaking out. The girl would have normally be freaking out about making the mistake of shagging Jeremy but now that she realized her bran new job was on the line, this reduce her what ever happened between her and Jeremy  to just a complication.

“Well get some clothes on and find that jacket and my clothes, please…" She said, trying to be nicer. She needed his help and she hated to think about what would happen if she did not find her bosses keys. She knew she should not have offered to feed their pet. There was a good reason she did not have one herself.

As she started to bite her nails and glanced around the room. As if she somehow missed her clothes lying about the first few times she looked. She noticed Jeremy was talking to her, “What?” She said and turned to him to see two moons slip into a pair of shorts. Oh gosh, does he not believe in underwear? Still at least they were not hairy… the only thing worse than a guy with a hairy back was.. oh gosh what is wrong with me. Am I actually thinking that Jeremy was attractive?

“Your knickers would be in a knot too, if you were wearing any.” She spat a bit frustrated as he shut the door. She collapsed on the end of the bed, exhausted with a bit of a headache and stomachache. Closing her eyes her tried to imagine his curly mop of hair reentering the room. He would  holding out her jacket which jingled with her keys zipped up in a pocket and the rest of his clothes tucked under his arm. She was hoping it would have been quick. Yet she knew if he took longer than he would be actually looking. At least she did not hear cat calls or whistles from his friends, or the sound of food being had at. With that thought her stomach gurgles. With one arm draped over her eyes, the other grabbed a fist full of the taco shirt, willing herself to hold out a little longer. Yet she knew she needed to eat soon.

Suddenly he bursted through the door and jumped onto the bed. The just over 100lb girl caught air and took in a large intake of breath with the surprise.  He landed a few feet from her looking all happy and relaxed. “No luck?" She said confused. "What do you mean you don't know where is my clothes? It is not like I showed up to your apartment…” she lowered her voice as she noticed that the guys outside quite for a second as if listening, "naked and ...”

The wild hair blond pressed her small thin fingers against her eyes. She had not been that desperate had she? She nearly resigned to search the apartment herself when he mentioned something and pointed to a drawer. She bounded up off the bed, eagerly, ignoring her throbbing head. She opened the drawer in question and dug around… she was not wearing anything sparkly last night but she pulled the items out anyways. “What is this?” Lesleigh dropped the mysterious thing back in the drawer and pressed it closed with her knee not wanting to touch anything else if she did not have to. She was a slob too at times just not to this level… then again he did not have house elves or mother who liked to organize your stuff when your gone.

Letting out a sign, she looked around thinking she is missing something. It than  occurred to her… “Jeremy where is your clothes? I vaguely remember you wearing some… was it a…” She remembers dancing with him. Drinking shots. What she remembered him wearing was either what he claimed was a work outfit or was it one of his joke t-shirts. If we were both naked when we woke up then… " It would make sense if we both took off our clothes at the same place. Right?"

"Did you look in the living room, kitchen and bathroom? We wouldn't have gone in your roommates rooms right?"   She stood up swaying a little bit while she rubbed her aching temples. "I swear today makes no sense."