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[thisismyboomstick]

Ash's apartment could best be described as a barely controlled mess. There are a few too many empty beer cans lying around and the carpet hasn't seen a vacuum cleaner in far too long, but that doesn't seem to matter as he carries Sheila through the door.

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[horseblanket.livejournal.com]

"... have we gone all the way there already?"

That was just too fast!

"Oh, there are things. On the ground. Don't trip on the things, Ash, we'll both fall over and die."

[ash--evildead.livejournal.com]

"That," he points out as he kicks some junk out of the way, "would be a really dumb way to die."

[horseblanket.livejournal.com]

"Have a better one in mind? Oh, you've broken one of the things ..."

[ash--evildead.livejournal.com]

"Lots. Doesn't matter, it's just junk."

He sets her down on the sofa and shoves away a pile of old magazines to make room for himself.

[horseblanket.livejournal.com]

"Junk. A slang phrase I don't know that sounds funny ... Junk. Jun-k."

She's entertained by the simplest business.

"... is this America, then?"

[ash--evildead.livejournal.com]

"Y'know... trash. Stuff that really shouldn't be where it is."

He pulls her closer.

"It's part of it, yeah."

[horseblanket.livejournal.com]

Sheila doesn't resist anything at this point, which probably isn't good at all.

Actually, she's letting herself give off the air that she likes being close to him, which isn't true at all, damn the cows.

"Where's the rest of it gone?"

[ash--evildead.livejournal.com]

"S'out there. I'll show it to you if you want."

He kisses her again, still waiting for Sober Sheila to show up and smack the shit out of him.

(yay for alliteration.)

[horseblanket.livejournal.com]

Sober Sheila is apparently on some kind of long vacation.

Because she kisses him right back, without a moment wasted.

And the peanut gallery goes, holy crap.

[ash--evildead.livejournal.com]

Eventually, he comes up for air.

"I think I like you like this."

[horseblanket.livejournal.com]

"Well, good?"

She tilts her head in that unbearably cute way.

"I like you like this, too."

[ash--evildead.livejournal.com]

"Good to know. You don't like me much any other way."

And then he kisses her again. Because it's impossible to resist the headtilt.

[horseblanket.livejournal.com]

"Why d'you think-"

She doesn't get to finish that sentence, because there's no reason to try and break off a kiss.

Only a reason to cling more, getting the other arm around his neck somehow.

[horseblanket.livejournal.com]

... and man, does Sheila have a hangover.

She's not in the castle.

She's not in Room 17 in Milliways.

She has practically no memory.

"... where the ...?"

Either 'where the hell is this?' or 'where the hell are my clothes?' Editor's choice.

[ash--evildead.livejournal.com]

"Mrrph."

The voice from nearby is less than helpful.

"Morning."

[horseblanket.livejournal.com]

"... is it?"

Well, giving her the time helped a little.

"Wait. Huh ...?"

Just a little.

[ash--evildead.livejournal.com]

"Yes."

He manages to pry his eyelids open long enough to look at her. Because she's cute when she's confused.

[horseblanket.livejournal.com]

She's headtilting again. Except minus clothing. Which makes it cuter.

"Morning exactly where?" Her expression reads not just confused and headtilty, but also 'headache.' "... don't tell me I ... er ..."

Damnit.

[ash--evildead.livejournal.com]

"D'you remember anything about last night?"

[horseblanket.livejournal.com]

"I'm starting to. And at the same time am trying hard to forget each thing as it's remembered."

And so she gives him that Look. The How Dare You, You Idiot? Look. Even though it was her fault ... she's Sheila. Holier-than-thou Sheila.

[ash--evildead.livejournal.com]

He winces.

"Hey. NOT my fault."

[horseblanket.livejournal.com]

"It isn't? Really? How do you figure?"

Maybe with the truth, but that's just too complicated.

[ash--evildead.livejournal.com]

"Maybe because you asked me to bring you here?"

[horseblanket.livejournal.com]

"Did I?"

Suddenly Sheila's entire argument just went, like, poof. She'll NEVER forgive that cow.

"I would have thought, though, that me being, well, me, and you being, er, you, you may have figured that by here I didn't mean ... right ... here. Except maybe being you," she half-grins, "you instinctively thought I did."

[ash--evildead.livejournal.com]

"Well it just sorta... ended up here."

He waves a hand vaguely in front of his face. It's too early for specifics.