Want your bad romance [ Erin ]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 415px; background-color: #C35617; border-left: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-bottom: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-right: inset 3px #FFFFFF; -moz-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; true] You know that I want you And you know that I need you Riordan had partied far too hard on Saint Patrick’s Day per usual. He had probably started drinking around ten in the morning when he woke up, and was already pretty drunk by the time they had gone drinking with the other islands. Yeah, they had kind of planned that out to go after Erin’s party at the conference center. Actually, he wondered how the owners of it felt about a bunch of countries and cities and whoever showed up using a room designated for world decisions to party in. Though really, what were they going to do? Tell her no? He doubted that would have gone over well, that is, if she even asked first. He wouldn’t really be surprised if she hadn’t to be perfectly honest. Ah well, it wasn’t all that important. What was important, was that she had shown up and dragged him away from wherever he was drinking to wherever they were meeting the others. At which point things stopped making sense really. Let’s be honest, if you’re going to drink for around twelve hours, chances are you’re going to stop remembering what happened at some point, and that point was basically half an hour after he started drinking with the rest of the islands. Hey, he was already drunk, so he just got super drunk at that point. Despite that, somehow both he and Erin managed to make it back to not only their house, but to Erin’s room. That didn’t mean they necessarily had everything they left with though. He was probably going to have to go on an adventure of sorts to find some of his clothes again. Yes, again, this was something that did tend to happen on a somewhat regular basis. It wasn’t his fault he tended to break belts or buttons when drunk. They just got caught on things, or in the way. It really depended on what he was doing to be honest. Though there were also the times when he fell over in some sort of plant and got stuck and thus just left whatever item was stuck so he could get free. So yeah, he got drunk kind of a lot, it was hard not to when you liked to party as much as he did. This time, he had no idea what happened, but maybe Erin would remember, he’d ask when they woke up certainly. He’d only ask, because he was currently only in his boxers with his shirt, coat, pants, socks and maybe even shoes all missing. Really, he wasn’t even sure how that had happened this time, but he’d figure it out by maybe wandering around town until he found everything. Right now, he also had some confetti four leaf clover decorations in his hair, along with a bunch of green glitter and probably quite a bit of beer. Never stand up under a tray of beer, or at least look before you stand up to make sure nobody is holding a cup over your head. It usually meant you would end up with beer of some sort in your hair, and in this case it happened to be green. Anyway, he yawned and opened an eye to realize he was cuddled up to his country. Leaning his head up to look at the clock he noted that it was about three in the afternoon. Whoops, well the day was mostly slept away, but at least he didn’t feel completely like death. Laying back down he nuzzled against the back of Erin’s neck and cuddled her closer. He was quite comfortable after all. ”We should probably get up.” he said not too loud, but not exactly quietly either. He figured she’d probably hear him. 620 / Pancake and Erin /who needs clothes. [/style][style=display: none;]made by ashkir at rpg-directory.com

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St. Patricks day had been a nightmare. It had been fun at moments, but Erin had spent the end of it just trying to forget the middle of it. She’d regretted having the party at the conference centre, given how events had unfolded, but after going back to her room and crying it out a bit. She’d gotten back into things and forced herself to go to the party she’d agreed to have with her beloved British Isles. She didn’t remember much else...She’d been royally plastered at the end of the first party, let alone entering the second one. She was sure it had been a great night all the same. No party with the British isles was ever boring.

Somehow, Erin and Rior had made it back to her room and crashed there. What had happened before sleep was unclear and really didn’t matter. It’s not like it would have been a first. Erin currently had no shirt, no left sock and no right shoe. She’d never managed to even get her shoes off...yet somehow one was on her left foot but there was no sock to be found. Her panties were gone but her pants were intact on the floor. That put the wardrobe casualties up to 2 shirts, 1 pair of pants, 1 pair of panties, 1 sock and a shoe. Maybe someone else knew where the clothes were at? Perhaps she’d just leave it and assume they were sacrifices to St. Patricks Day...fun had costs! At least her memories were not a long term price, as generally things would come back to her as the day passed.

Erin was laying with her face stuffed into an oversized pillow. Her hair was a mess with strings of green four leaf clover decorations, some green glitter and bits of confetti in it. The confetti was everywhere on her clothes and all over the bed as well. Lord only knew how it all got there. The place stank of alcohol (nothing new) and Erin had managed to keep one of the cheesy green top hats on her head most of St. Patrick’s day, but it was now sprawled near the door.

Erin had noticed the movement nearby but was still in a state of half sleep. She felt the nuzzle against the back of her neck and the warm body pressing up against her. Instead of an intelligible answer she provided a ”mmnfff”

[/b] as an answer, the noise very reluctant.

Her head was pounding, a sign of heavy alcohol intake. It took ridiculous quantities to affect Erin like that. The other reason it was pounding was she remembered the first party but not the second. She didn’t want to think about the first party, so more alcohol or more sleep was an order.

Erin got a firm grip on his arm and pull it tighter to her as she tightened her grip with her other arm on the pillow. ”Mnf nnn mnnmnn”[/b] She said into her pillow (Translation: I don’t wanna).
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TAG: Riordan/Cal
WORDS: 502
OUTFIT: A single green shoe, a green sock, jeans are on the floor and a green and orange bra.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 415px; background-color: #C35617; border-left: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-bottom: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-right: inset 3px #FFFFFF; -moz-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; true] You know that I want you And you know that I need you When Rior opened his eyes he had to stifle a chuckle at how she was laying. He actually had just noticed the strings of decorations too and wondered if those would be coming out easily or if it would be a knotted mess for the two of them to work through. He doubted it would be easy, but maybe with a shower they would just fall out. The bed was pretty much covered in green glitter and confetti and he resolved they were going to have to wash her sheets a few times before using them again. Ah well, they also had to maybe hunt for clothes so, really they should probably get up. Though, really they could just say the clothes were a sacrifice and use his bed so they didn’t wake up covered in glitter and confetti again, but that was really rather lazy of them. Though really, considering they were both hung over it wasn’t that outrageous for them to want to stay in bed all day and do nothing. Even despite the fact that they really should probably do something about the nonsense going on with their hair. It was just one of those things that currently required effort. He heard the muffled noise when he nuzzled against her neck and chuckled slightly. The capital laid his face against her shoulder blade using her as a pillow comfortably. Then he felt her grab his arm and pull it tighter and give some sort of response that sounded like a disapproval of his suggestion. ”I do suppose we could lie in bed all day.” he noted while reaching up with the free arm and pulling some confetti out of her hair. ”You want painkillers or something?” he asked figuring he would offer. Sure that meant he had to get up, but not very far and grabbing a glass of water wouldn’t be an issue either. Though, he really was quite comfy, and as he adjusted to be partially laying on her he finally realized she was basically wearing only a bra and what seemed to be a shoe. Peering around a bit he saw her pants, and both his socks and shoes, but nothing else. ”Did you somehow manage to lose your underwear this year?” he asked with a chuckle. He wouldn’t be all that surprised, but it was something to manage to lose one’s underwear but keep the pants. Honestly his head didn’t hurt that much. Sure it hurt, but he was able to ignore it enough that he wasn’t about to go get painkillers for it. Well, unless he was up already, but at that point he’d probably want some semblance of food too. Though nothing too fancy because he was pretty sure his stomach would reject that nonsense and ask what he was doing. With another yawn he placed a kiss on Erin’s back where he was laying and cuddled with her. That was where he would stay too until she asked him to either get her something, or decided to get up. 509 / Pancake and Erin /attack of the glitter [/style][style=display: none;]made by ashkir at rpg-directory.com

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I want your drama,
the touch of your hand

Erin really couldn’t have cared less at that moment about the state of her clothing, her hair or even her bed. She didn’t want to get up, to move, to...well, anything. She felt more exhausted than she could ever remember feeling before on a St. Patrick’s day after. A lot of them looked the same, but this one felt different. She felt sore, and she was pretty sure part of the exhaustion was emotional. And did anyone else hear and feel drums!? How much had she drank!?!

Erin mumbled a nonsensical agreement to lazing around in bed all day. She felt the light tug at her hair and didn’t bother trying to work out what he was pulling out of it. Hell, she didn’t want to know. Had she vomited at some point? Was it just decorations? Or maybe she had a piece of potato in it!? God she needed a shower. Erin let out one more moan of protest before nodding her head to the painkillers. She was being pathetic and she knew it.

At the mention of her underwear, Erin ran a hand along her side to find that nothing was clothing her hips. She sat up groggily and glanced at the floor, around the room and then finally resting her bleary eyes on Riordan. She snorted at the mixture of decorative confetti and glitter in his hair, and reached a hand into her own hair, discovering the textures that alerted her to a similar problem. After this long pause, she finally answered him. ”I guess so...”

[/b] she said, her tone suggesting she was still very much out of it. ”Maybe one of the other islands has them...”[/b] she offered, not sounding all that concerned. She didn’t question how she had pants on the ground but no underpants. Erin had woken up to many strange disappearances during a hangover morning. This one wasn’t that strange to her...

With that she flopped back down onto her pillow, appreciating the fact that she was not alone as Rior was cuddling close. That was, until she saw the time. Seeing that it was already that late, Erin shot straight upward. ”Craaap!! My documentary just ended!! Did anyone tape it!?! It was on Manatees!!”[/b] she spewed out, her hangover forgotten, despite the lingering effects that were making thought difficult and a drink necessary. Her mouth was super dry...she must not have woken up even once throughout the night. Erin had set the documentary to record, knowing she’d sleep late, but for the moment she had forgotten doing any such thing.

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DATE: March 2013
TAG: Riordan/Cal
WORDS: 428
LYRICS: "Bad Romance" By Lady Gaga
OUTFIT: A single green shoe, a green sock, jeans are on the floor and a green and orange bra.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 415px; background-color: #C35617; border-left: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-bottom: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-right: inset 3px #FFFFFF; -moz-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; true] You know that I want you And you know that I need you One moment he had been pulling decorations out of her hair and mentioning she had managed to lose her underwear, the next she was sitting up and thus dislodging him from his comfortable position of laying his face on her back. He let out a hum of displeasure before sitting up as well. He heard her snort and raised an eyebrow before running a hand through his hair and pulling it away to find the same glitter and decorations. Was that what she was laughing at then? Really, she had no room to do so because her hair looked quite the same. He stood up and grabbed some painkillers from the bathroom along with a glass of water, and took some himself before returning to the room and setting them on the table next to her. After all, she had sort of pathetically stated she wanted them. He heard her statement of guessing they were lost and gave a chuckle. Then raised an eyebrow as she suggested one of the other islands could have them. ”I sincerely doubt that, but you could always call and ask. I think it’s far more likely they’re up a tree.” he stated with a grin. It seemed like something that could happen to them. Besides, he imagined that Erin had probably taken her clothes off at some point and forgot to put them all back on. He flopped back down when she did and cuddled close to her again before she seemed to realize something and sat straight up again. The capital sighed and wrapped his arms around her waist while nuzzling her hip slightly and looked up at her. ”I thought you had? Or was that some other time? “ he said pondering the thought for a moment. He had thought she set it to record, but right at the moment the shouting was making him unable to think clearly. The hangover hadn’t gone away yet obviously and thus Rior was still a little wary of loud noises. ”If you didn’t by some chance, then I’m sure they will play it again sometime in the week as a rerun.” he said with a light smile at her. ”The sheets are coated in glitter. Where did all the glitter and confetti even come from?” he noted idly while brushing some of it away from his face and onto the floor. The floor needed a serious sweeping right at the moment, but he had a feeling it wouldn’t get done until much later if at all today. Sitting up again he placed his chin on her shoulder and wrapped his arms around her waist loosely. If she wanted to move she could, but he didn’t really particularly want to get out of bed to be honest. While it may have been his suggestion to begin with, just because they should probably do something did not mean they wanted to. ”Maybe we should take a shower and try to unglitter ourselves?” he suggested with a slight smile. It seemed the most logical thing to do right now, and besides a hot shower would probably feel good and maybe even calm their hangovers a bit. All he wanted to do today was take a shower and curl up with Erin somewhere in the house. 547 / Pancake and Erin /manatees~ [/style][style=display: none;]made by ashkir at rpg-directory.com

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I want your drama,
the touch of your hand

Erin was amused at Rior’s displeasure when she sat up. One of the things she loved most about her relationship with him was there was no strings and he let her be in charge most of the time. Of course, that may have had to do with him being her capital. Erin wasn’t one for relationships that lasted and were too binding. That didn’t mean she didn’t want a relationship like that, just that once she had someone she was pursuing she generally lost interest and it ended anyways.

Erin let a small smile escape when he brought her the pain killers, as well as giving him a slightly uncommon ”Thank you”

[/b] before immediately taking the pain killers. It was usually hit and miss on whether pain killers worked, but since it was a hangover and not a political or economic issue causing this particular feeling, it would work. Painkillers worked nine times out of ten when it came to a hangover.

Erin gave a slight pout when he laughed at her for losing her clothes. So what!? It wasn’t the first time. She could afford more clothes!! And plus, Arthur might have them...or maybe Bran? No...Ewan. Definitely Ewan!! Erin gave a slight glare at Rior’s suggestion they were up a tree. The problem was, she couldn’t deny it. She only vaguely remembered the night before and even then, who knew where her clothing got off to. ”Just to confirm...I was wearing them when I got there right?”[/b] Erin asked, not quite remembering the transition from party one which had been a disaster to party two.

After Erin shot up she felt the light tingle as contact was made at her hip. She glanced down at Rior after his reply and tilted her head slightly as she tried to remember. All she really got back was a light pounding beat; she’d have to figure it out once the headache went away. It was likely she did record it, given that she knew it was St.Patricks last night. ”I’ll take your word for it...”[/b] she said and flopped back, jarring her head a little causing a somewhat pathetic moan of discomfort. She mumbled a ”They better...”[/b] to his suggestion of a re-run.

Erin forced her eyes open again to glance at the sheets and was amused to find they really were hyper glittery. ”Was there confetti and glitter at the party. Or did we come back to the house and find it here? Maybe it was brought by one of the other guys? Or...wait...that might have been mine.”[/b] Erin tried to recall if she had brought the leftover glitter and confetti from St. Patricks day two years before...but couldn’t recall. Once again the pounding beat answered her.

Having her attention drawn to it, Erin began to feel a tad itchy in places, likely due to glitter and confetti stuck to her body. There really was a huge abundance of that crap. She sat up once more, glancing around her. This time Rior sat up too. ”A shower is a good idea...but someone needs to get in here and clean up all of this...”[/b] she gestured around her. The glitter wasn’t just abundant on the bed; it was in masses all over the floor. Erin was pretty sure the stuff had been used here after they had returned home last night.

”Will you watch my Documentary on Manatees with me after our shower?”[/b] Erin asked. She liked having Rior around because it meant she wasn’t alone all the time. Though, just like with everyone else she got sick of him all the time too. Erin was too complicated and had a hard time knowing what she wanted, often sending the very people she wanted away. At least Rior knew to always come back.

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DATE: March 2013
TAG: Riordan/Cal
WORDS: 631
LYRICS: "Bad Romance" By Lady Gaga
OUTFIT: A single green shoe, a green sock, jeans are on the floor and a green and orange bra.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 415px; background-color: #C35617; border-left: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-bottom: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-right: inset 3px #FFFFFF; -moz-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; true] You know that I want you And you know that I need you Hearing her thanks from the offering of pain killers, he smiled slightly and sat back down next to her. Hopefully they would actually work and not just do nothing like they sometimes did. Though, being that it was a hangover, he supposed it probably would. Either way, a shower was still in order at the very least. Maybe that would even help the headache go away. If nothing else it would at least get them to stop being covered in glitter. He very much didn’t want to sparkle anymore and he was pretty sure someone had spilled copious amounts of alcohol on him when he somehow managed to either move weirdly or stand up under a tray of alcohol. Why someone had been holding it over his head to begin with was beyond him. Seemed like a horrific idea if you asked him actually, even if it was only going to be for a moment, still a bad idea all around. Ah well, nothing a shower couldn’t fix. Though, it was quite a shame about the waste of alcohol that occurred from it. Right at the moment he was having a bit of a hard time finding the motivation to get out of bed if he was being honest. It wasn’t surprising, considering how much they drank, but he probably really should at some point here. Hearing Erin’s question he had to actually think about that. ”…You know…I have no idea. I was kind of intoxicated when you showed up, and honestly don’t remember if you were or not. Is it possible you left them in the conference room?” he asked her simply after a moment or two of thought. He knew better than to mention the other party considering what mood she showed up in, but he figured if he asked if she may have left them in the room then no harm done hopefully. ”If you did, then someone’s going to have quite an amusing find next meeting.” he stated with a slight grin at the thought. She had already moved and he was nuzzling against her hip and answering as to whether or not she recorded her show. ”You usually do if you plan on going out drinking if I remember correctly.” he reassured her with a smile before hearing the moan of discomfort moved his hand up to pet her hair a bit. ”Hit your head?” he asked peeking up at her from his spot curled up next to his country. He just smiled when she stated that they better do a rerun, and well usually they did for that sort of thing. ”They usually do I thought.” he stated with a smile. Hearing the next question he thought about it, but then she stated that it might have been hers. ”So maybe we came back, found it, and it seemed like a good idea to roll around in it at the time.” he suggested with a light shrug. It seemed, like that was something that could have happened. Especially considering they did tend to get a little on the crazy side when drinking with the other islands. He yawned again and stretched a bit as Erin sat up once more and then sat up next to her. Hearing her statement he pondered it. ”You can just stay in my room tonight and we can clean it up tomorrow when we aren’t hung over?” he suggested with a shrug. They were far too lazy to do such things today for certain. Then she asked if he would watch the documentary on Manatees with her. ”Of course I will.” he stated with a grin. ”So shall we start a shower then?” he asked her while pondering if they should actually start moving at this point or give it another ten minutes. 547 / Pancake and Erin /manatees~ [/style][style=display: none;]made by ashkir at rpg-directory.com

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I want your drama,
the touch of your hand

Erin puzzled it over and shook her head. ”I got nothing. It could have been the first, but It may have been the second. They may just be in the conference room. Oh! I left that place a wreck zone! Oops…ha, those assholes can clean it up!”

[/b] she said her tone darkening a bit. She didn’t enjoy that first party at all, the argument was all she could remember anymore; that and the fact that everyone left her there alone. Everyone had just gotten up and left her there. Erin hated being alone. She’d felt like everyone was turning away from her and she still felt a sense of betrayal. They would care more about stupid Dani and Alfred. No one cared about Erin more than everyone else…except maybe…

Erin looked at Riordan a moment, and looked him up and down. Rior liked her best. He was her best friend right? He wouldn’t leave! Right!?! He couldn’t leave, did that count? He was her capital, without her there was no him technically. Did he only deal with her because he had to? No! He wouldn’t be here in her room with her after a night of serious alcohol intake if he didn’t care. Rior cared about her where everyone else didn’t. She had to remember that.

Erin gave a half-hearted laugh at the idea of someone finding her clothes at the next meeting. At least it wasn’t her under clothes? That could have been much more amusing. Whoever it was that walked in that room was going to have their work cut out for them on cleaning up the mess. Maybe she should send someone over to deal with it. But who?

”I do usually remember. I’ll check later.”[/b] she said, trying to tuck the thought back in her mind. It was hard to do as she valued those documentaries highly. She took comfort in the fact that she‘d at least be able to find it on the internet, even if the quality would suck. Erin turned on the pillow to face Rior. ”No. Just upset the drums.”[/b] she said as if that explained everything.

Erin considered the possibility of them coming back and finding it in the drunken bliss they had likely been in. If only she could remember. ”Well…it was clearly your idea!”[/b] she said with a grin. It was actually more likely her idea if that had been the case. Erin had every right to be patriotic on St. Patricks and so did Rior. Erin was often a little too over the top. She enjoyed the cheesy green hats and clover merchandise. It was awesome!! That included the sparkles. They were awesome…but not to clean up.

Erin glanced at him and then around the room. ”Deal! I don’t want to clean this up today. I feel terrible. Must have been a damn good second party.”[/b] Erin offered. It wasn’t a successful St. Patrick’s Day without a hangover and the puzzle of figuring out what happened the night before. That was part of the beauty. She’d do her texting around tomorrow most likely, since all of them would be in the middle of the recovery period.

The smile that broke Erin’s face was completely delighted. He was watching it with her! Yes, Rior was her best friend and he actually cared about her. Even if everyone else walked away, Rior would always stay. ”Yes. Let’s have our shower and watch some fat Manatees!!”[/b] Erin exclaimed, hopping out of bed and getting a minor head rush. But it didn’t stop her. She quickly slipped her clothes off and left them in the messy pile of glitter and bolted into the bathroom.

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DATE: March 2013
TAG: Riordan/Cal
WORDS: 612
LYRICS: "Bad Romance" By Lady Gaga
OUTFIT: A single green shoe, a green sock, jeans are on the floor and a green and orange bra.
NOTES: We need to skip over the shower because we both know what will happen in that shower. -snorts in amusement-

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I want your drama,
the touch of your hand

Erin smirked in amusement. ”They will turn up eventually when we least expect them to. And then there will be awkward questions asked. That’s what happened last year. Couldn’t find them until mid June. Someone found my underpants in a blanket cupboard.”

[/b] Erin laughed. The laughter caused her head to pound a bit more prominently but it was far less than it had been. It seemed the pain killers were working.

Erin shrugged at him innocently. ”Why would I be responsible?”[/b] Clearly she knew why. If Rior lost his clothes, it was very likely that it was Erin’s fault. Hell, Erin could get a lot of people to do stupid things when they’d been drinking. The girl was bad for drunks around the world. If Erin was with you when you’d been drinking, you could bet that it was likely to end in missing clothes, strange places and odd photos...thankfully those had never ended up on the internet. That could be hard to explain years later when she hadn’t aged a day.

Rior was one of the few who understood Erin’s nature enough to recognize and almost predict at times how she was going to act. Some of it was predictable if you knew the right information. Her possessiveness over Alfred and Arthur for example was far from unknown. She acted on it all the time. As a result, both of them had the ability to set her off like no one else. It was a dangerous power in the hands of someone like Alfred who was too oblivious to realize it. For someone like Arthur it only became dangerous when he manipulated it...something Arthur hadn’t done too frequently. Hell, if he had at all Erin hadn’t noticed.

Rior even had the sense to know what topics to leave alone and what ones to bring up. It was one of the things that made him a valuable friend to her. Yes, he was her friend. One of her few friends. One day she’d realize what that meant and treat him better. However, for now he was just as subject to her mood swings as everyone else.

Erin nodded numbly when he asked if she had moved too fast. ”Okay. I’ll take partial credit but you have to take partial credit too. Is it credit or blame?”[/b] She asked rhetorically and then laughed. She was feeling pretty good considering the previous night and the hangover. Erin was used to living with hangovers though. The previous night was mostly a blur so that was also a blessing. However, she couldn’t ignore the fact that they had all left her alone that that first party forever. She’d deal with that tomorrow...or maybe the next day. It’d hit her eventually.

”The isles all know how to have fun. That much is clear. It’s too bad other people haven’t taken a hint from us.”[/b] Erin agreed, her tone sounding a bit superior. She honestly was starting to feel like the Isle nations/states/capitals/cities were the only ones who had any idea how to have fun anymore without causing a dispute. Of course, Erin was often the reason behind any dispute she was present for...but she’d never realize it or admit to it.

After the shower, Erin changed into a pair of soft pjs and went completely commando. Her headache was gone and she plopped herself on the plush couch with a bowl and a monster sized bag of potato chips. ”Rior!! Grab us something to drink would you? I got the chips!”[/b] She shouted, as she picked up the remote to check to see if she had recorded the Manatees. She squealed with delight when she saw she did remember. Clearly the only people she could rely on were herself and Rior. He had known she wouldn’t forget to record it...
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DATE: March 2013
TAG: Riordan/Cal
WORDS: 635
LYRICS: "Bad Romance" By Lady Gaga
OUTFIT: A single green shoe, a green sock, jeans are on the floor and a green and orange bra.
NOTES: xD

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 415px; background-color: #C35617; border-left: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-bottom: inset 3px #FFFFFF; border-right: inset 3px #FFFFFF; -moz-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px; true] You know that I want you And you know that I need you Hearing Erin’s comment, Rory laughed a bit. ”The awkward questions are always the fun part. Hopefully yours show up at some point. I rather like your Irish flag underwear.” he commented with a slight grin at his country. Granted, he probably liked all of her underwear, but he was a little more partial to those ones for obvious reasons. Thus, he actually kind of wanted to find them at some point. Hopefully they would show up eventually, but if not he supposed she could always just buy new ones. That was not nearly as amusing as finding her other ones somewhere strange. Hearing her next statement, and seeing the look she was giving him, he just raised an eyebrow. ”I have no idea. Just a hunch based on past experiences.” he stated with a slight smirk. They both knew why Erin was responsible, but this was considerably more fun. There was more credit given to this due to the fact that Erin was, clearly, missing her underwear. Thus, they had probably gotten up to usual antics at some point during the night. It wasn’t really strange for them to wake up in bed together, it just happened more often when they were drinking. Rory did indeed know Erin better than pretty much anyone else. He lived with her, and so he knew basically all her habits by now. There was a certain level of familiarity between two people who have been together for as long as they have. They knew one another’s habits quite intimately, and worked well in sync by now. They did do their best to not annoy the daylights out of one another, but sometimes it was hard. Thus, they have to get away every so often. It wasn’t that surprising that it would happen, just a matter of taking some time away from one another before coming back to spend time together again. Today they were probably going to spend together, just like last night. Tomorrow they would clean, and the next day they would spend apart so they didn’t cause annoyance between one another. He’d wander around and maybe hang out with a few other cities. He wasn’t going to worry about that at the moment though because there were far more important things to deal with. Like whether the confetti was blame or credit. ”I don’t remember whether it was fun at the time or not. If it was fun it’s credit, if it wasn’t then it’s blame.” he said with a grin. It may have not been an actual question, but he still answered anyway. ”Maybe they’ll figure it out eventually.” he offered to her statement that it was too bad others hadn’t taken the hint from how they partied. Ah well, that was fine with him. Though, it did limit his number of drinking partners a little bit. There was no real problem with that, and it meant he didn’t have to travel nearly as much to find one. Anyway, he had gotten up to get popcorn and apparently Erin had showed up exactly at that point. ”What do you want? I’m also making popcorn!” he asked her simply. They did have various choices for what to drink, and he wasn’t sure whether she wanted water, milk, juice, something carbonated or if she actually wanted alcohol at three in the afternoon when she had a hangover. There were multiple choices and he really just didn’t feel like guessing right now. His head still hurt a bit and he just wanted to lie on Erin and watch some manatees right at the moment. Guessing just took too much effort right at the moment. He knew his current effort level was rather low and thus as little work as possible was better. 628 / Pancake and Erin /:3 [/style][style=display: none;]made by ashkir at rpg-directory.com