A Guest Room Somewhere
There is a bed. And other guest-room-type-things.
A pounding head is not something Aisling has woken up to in a long, long time. But there it is. And who knows what time it is. Thank Faranth there are no weyrlings at the moment. Opening eyes makes head go 'splody, so after cracking her eyes open, a low groan escapes the greenrider and she squeezes her eyes shut again. Her bed's unusually uncomfortable, and warm. She lifts one hand to press against her eyes before rolling over… and bumping into someone. Jerking back and lifting up on her other arm, she peeks between her fingers and sees someone vaguely familiar. Tejath didn't go up last night did she? No, that happened just a couple months ago… And then she's groaning again and falling back onto her back. "I can't believe that really happened." She mumbles, mostly to herself.
Nims isn't the usual sort to get drunk and wake up next to someone. /Really/. He isn't. It's probably a testament to how out of his depth he was last night. Or perhaps he just pretends to be one of the good boys. Ahem. In either case, he's too preoccupied with being asleep right now to worry about it. Which is, alas, not long to last. Someone's bumping into him. Well, soft and warm and half-asleep… Nimen's just going to snuggle down a bit closer. Erm. Waait. Groaning and - does he even know that voice? The healer stills, peaceful expression working its way, slowly, into something like confusion, first, and then a quiet panic. He slowly, oh so slowly, opens his eyes, peeking over at the person next to him. "Wha-" and a lovely face there as his own booze-induced headache hits him, "What happened?" Does he not remember being mauled by girls on a stage and flashing his bum at the cabana? Poor man.
Oh great, now he's moving. Aisling's green eyes peek out from between her fingers again at the man and can't help but grin at the face he pulls. It's only when she moves again that she realizes she's actually naked in this bed, but, after seven turns of being a greenrider, she doesn't care so much… when she's in bed anyway. She props herself up on her elbows and takes a deep breath. "Lots of booze and apparently a tumble in bed." She supplies, squinting at him a bit, trying to remember if she knows his name or not.
Nimen? Nimen is definitely not used to this. His eyes squinch shut after a second with a very embarrassed, "/Erm/." Has he just realized where he is? Or what he's wearing? Or not wearing, rather. The healer's cheeks go quite quickly pink. There's a silent moment, before he utters a very quick, "Oh." Talkative, this one. And another face as one hand wiggles its way out of the covers to rub at his head, likely still throbbing, "I- erm, sorry?" the last word ventured as if he's not sure he should be. "I guess I must have had too much t-" and /then/ the realization hits. Those klah-brown eyes suddenly focus on her, narrowed intensity before they widen, "You stole my shirt!" At least he's not pointing. Oh look, pink face gets red, as he probably recalls the /rest/ of what happened, and makes a sort of scramble to sit up, "I- I was drunk. Yes I was drunk, and er, erm.." the babbling doesn't last, as he turns back to her with a suddenly sheepish, "Who are you?"
Aisling arches a brow at him when he says he's sorry. "I'm not. That was pretty great." When he realizes /exactly/ what happens and accuses her of of stealing his shirt, she cringes. Not from embarrassment or remorse, but from pain. Oh, loud noises equals bad! She flops back down on her pillow and presses both her hands into her face. "Yeah, that was me. And I was pretty darn drunk too if my head tells the right tale." She lets her arms and hands just fall to the side of her face, in case she needs them again quickly. "I was wondering the same about you. I'm Aisling, Green Tejaths'. I'm one of the Assistant Weyrlingmasters."
From the way Nims is blushing, apparently 'great' might be quite the compliment there - that or he's just terribly embarrassed. "You- were drunk. Right. We were drunk," it's his turn to groan a little, still rubbing his head, "I'm never going live that down." He'll just have to hope everyone else was too sozzled to remember. There's some blinking at her introduction, and a quick bit of stammering before he manages an, "I- I'm, erm… Nimen." A pause, before he adds, "Healer." His senior journeyman's knot is probably lying around here somewhere. The man takes a moment to look around, probably wondering where his pants have gotten to this time. And as something occurs to him, there's a horrified, half-mumbled, "I hope I didn't leave anything in the cabana.." because that would mean going /back/ there. And at this point, he'd probably rather dive off a cliff at low tide than come within a dragonlength of N'kor again. "Uh," is added after a long moment, "where are we?" He's totally avoiding looking at her, shoulders hunching a little as he tries to subtly to inch toward the edge of the bed.
Aisling watches the healer's actions from her spot in the bed and decides that it would be more fun to tease him. She wants to be looked at, instead of ignored. Probably her lifemate rubbing off on her. Sitting up, she leans closer to him; her red curls falling over her shoulder. "Well, Nimen, I'm pretty sure we're in one of the guest rooms at the Cabana and I'm pretty sure your pants are out there somewhere. But I'll go get them for you if you'd like." A flirtatious smile curls one side of her mouth and her eyes flick down his body.
Meep. There's a /girl/ leaning towards him. Nimen blushes. Or blushes more, rather. Then he swallows and utters a tight, "Oh," brown eyes darting back toward Aisling, still quite wide, though at least he stops attempting to sneak to the edge of the bed. "I, oh, erm.." yes Nimen, girl there. That hand that was rubbing his still-headachey forehead brushes back through his hair, leaving the short fuzzyness all stick-uppity, as he pauses to rub the back of his neck, eyes falling to the covers in an attempt not to stare. But he's totally peeking at her, anyways. "I- that'd be, erm," a long pause, "I came here without my pants on?" No, no that can't be right. He's very sure of that at least, though the mild panic is still written across his face, "Could you?" voice small and hopeful. Blink blink. The smile, though, has him stopping to consider. Does he /really/ want her to go. There's quite the self-conscious throat-clearing, though really, the man spends his free time climbing cliffs and then jumping off of them. And it shows.
Aisling doesn't spend her time being quite that active, but it's not like she's let herself go. Her curves are in the right places. That sticky-uppy hair makes her eyes sparkle with memory that's cloudy, but still kinda nice. "I'm sure they were probably lost in the flight to the room. The cabana was filled with women intent on seeing stripped down men after all." There's a cheeky smile for you. She got to see him stripped bare, though, that's a memory that's a little to fuzzy for pleasure. She nods though when he basically says he wants her to go get them. "If they're not out there, I'll go grab you a pair from a friend of mine." She says before boldly kissing him on the cheek and climbing out of the bed to look for her own clothes. Well, at least her pants and cami. Those are the essentials. Undergarments can wait till she comes back.
Nimen notices the curves, indeed he /does/. Ahem. That's probably why he keeps darting little looks sideways at her. D'aww, it the guy that shy? In a weyr? But oh, lost pants? The healer's just going to make an unhappy face there, and groan a little more, the memory of all those.. women having him looking momentarily horrified. Again. "I can't believe I walked into that," and there goes that face again. The cheeky smile has him still pink in the cheeks, expression a tad sheepish, though he looks away quickly, "I, er, erm.. thanks?" It's as if his brain and his mouth aren't quite on the same page, but then he's just blinking a lot at that kiss on the cheek there. Now he finally does look at her - stares, in fact. While she gets out of bed, he's just going to sit there dumbly. Eventually, though, he realizes what he's doing, and swings his gaze away looking terribly embarrassed. And while he's at it, those klah brown eyes will scan the room for any of his other clothes, at least. Because as soon as she's out of sight, he'll probably be making a dive for them. Cough.
Aisling shrugs lightly. "Well, if you hadn't, then you couldn't have woken up next to me." She's content now that she at least had realized that he does in fact, notice her there. She pulls her pants up, glancing over her shoulder at him in time to see his gaze swing away from her. She just grins to herself and shakes her head. Well, not like /he's/ a dragonrider. She doubts he's had many morning where he's woken up next to someone he doesn't know. She pulls on her top and straitens her hair a bit before heading for the door. "I'll be right back." She shoots a wink at him before ducking out the door.
That does give him pause, mouth opening, and then closing. Really, there is no arguing with that. He doesn't look unhappy for having woken up next to her, certainly! Oh my, and can this one blush! As soon as it starts to fade, his cheeks go pink again. Perhaps it's just as well he doesn't say anything more - he'd probably have trouble finding his tongue just now. Still rubbing the back of his neck, Nims tries very hard to concentrate on finding his clothes, and aha, he spots a crumpled pile not far from the foot of the bed. Really, he's probably never gotten drunk enough to wake up next to someone he doesn't know, though there's a first time for everything, eh? There's a quick nod for Aisling, Nim glancing her way as she ducks out the door, and then /scrambling/ for his shirt and underpants. Those are important, after all. He really must have lost his pants somewhere, because as he leans down, one hand on the bed, to check underneath, there's some quiet muttered curses as he fails to find them.
Aisling is gone for a good while and some might speculate that she's left the healer there pantsless. But, there're still her panties hanging on that chair by the door, so sure she must be coming back, right?… Eventually she reappears with a pair of pants in hand. They're unfortunately /not/ Nimen's pants however. "Ok, so apparently someone stole your pants so I got a friend of mine to loan me a pair for you." She says as she closes the door and tosses the pants at him. "They're clean at least." She says before she's pulling her own pants off again. Hey, undergarments are needed, and not on the outside of the pants.
Nimen probably starts to speculate, but the quick look over at those panties has him at least relaxing a little, and by the time Aisling gets back, he's parked his butt back down on that bed and is busy re-buttoning his shirt. And the blush has even died down, thankfully not re-appearing when she does. Nims looks rather relieved when he sees those pants, even if they're not his. A rather unnerved expression quickly flits over his face at the mention of stolen pants, but then, given the crowd last night.. "I should probably count myself lucky I got out of there at all," he mumbles, running a hand through his hair and just making it stick up worse. And hey, is that bit of a sheepish grin he gives her there? "Very lucky.." brown eyes dart from pants, to her, juuust a moment. Ahem. Catching the pants, though, he's quick enough to get them on, tugging a bit and keeping one hand to hold them up as he tucks his shirt in, "Erm, please tell your friend thanks. Er," brief pause, "Who should I return them to?" Clearing his throat and glancing thattaway, and then very very quickly whipping around away from her as he catches sight of Aisling-butt. Really though, he's a healer. The pink creeping back up over his cheeks is likely totally unwarranted by now, given the things this man has probably seen. Still, he's just going to keep his back to her for a minute, fiddling at his own clothes to make them look at least semi-presentable.
Aisling arches a brow and grins slyly. "You probably should. Who knows, F'yr's Aunt could have gotten ahold of you. Then you would have been done for." But lo, is that a faint blush growing on her cheeks when he looks at her then. At least she has the excuse of putting on underwear to turn from him then. She nods though. "I'll tell him. You can just bring them back to me. Or I could follow you back to your room and you can just change and give them back." Yes, he's seen all, what's a butt after /everything/? She gets her pants back on quick enough though. She turns then and pulls her semi flattened hair over one shoulder to twist into a giant mass that doesn't really stay. Seeing that he's got the pants on and probably more secure in his clothed-self, she walks over to him. "This is going to sound weird, but from what I remember, I had fun. Thanks." And there's his first genuine smile from her.
Nimen might not recall quite who F'yr's aunt was, but he sure remembers Fy, and there's a rather nervous gulp as the healer tries not to look terrified at the possibility. Yes, it could have been much, much worse. "Ah, I should check back in at the infirmary," he says, and then nods quickly, "I'll return them to you, then," as he straightens out as much of the creases as possible. Running his hands through his hair again, Nims attempts to neaten that too, but the hair is much more stubborn than the clothes. When she walks over, he manage to actually look at her with something of a smile, although for what she says, there is a bit of a blush again. "Uh, I, erm, had fun.. too," he manages, rubbing his neck again, and looking sheepish, before there's a darting glance toward the door, "I'm going to be late for my shift, I should-" and there's some awkward hand motion as he starts that way.
Aisling smiles slightly. "I'm sure the girl you showed up with told them what happened. Though, I'm sure they would like to know you're alive." She laughs a little and nods. "My weyr is in the forest by the beach. I'll have Tejath keep a look out for you." She chuckles under her breath then at the vague hand movements then moves out of the way. "Have a good day at work." She says, staying behind a bit and flopping back down onto the bed.
Nimen groans a muffled, "I hope not," at the recollection of Galina, while he rubs his face and makes a hasty exit there, raising a hand in acknowledgement and then scooting with a, "You too."
