18 Apocalypse Ave, Very Early Monday Morning

[doubleohblonde]

Bond might have a liver well used to dealing with copious amounts of alcohol, however James had not. Nor had he any kind of pre-sleep sobering strategies. Which mean that when James turned back into Bond early Monday morning, Bond was the one who got to deal with the raging hangover. Since it had been quite a long time since the last time he'd had one of those it took a substantial amount of time for anything other than a blinding headache to penetrate.

Little things. Like the presence of a warm body in the bed with him. Frowning, because he couldn't for the life of him remember bringing anyone hover, let alone who, he looked over to try and figure out the identity of of his companion.

You wouldn't think leaping clear halfway across the room with a strangled yelp, whilst deeply hungover, could be done with anything resembling coolness, calmness, style or grace...and you'd be right. Which is how Bond ended up on the floor.

Ow.

[For one. And so very, very NFB.]

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[wannabehunter]

Nowhere near as hungover as her erstwhile bedfellow, the thump woke Jo enough to wonder about the suddenly empty bed.

Still half-asleep, she peered over the side of the bed, staring at Bond bewilderedly as realisation slowly dawned. "...crap."

Let this be a lesson to ask the cute boys their last names next time, Jo.

[doubleohblonde]

Bond quickly stood, clutching a sheet around his waist protectively, even though the horse had apparently well and truly left the stable.

"What exactly are you doing here..." Bond racked his memory for a name. "Miss Harvelle?" Though he could guess, given some of the memories of the weekend that were returning.

He just didn't want to be guessing correctly. He had some limits after all, especially with regard to underage students.

[wannabehunter]

It was a sad statement on Jo's life that this wasn't the most embarrassing thing that had happened to her on this island.

"Well, I was sleeping." Right now she was mostly trying to avoid looking at the naked-but-for-a-bedsheet-teacher while trying to remember where her sports-bra went. "...Professor," she added belatedly, since apparently they were going to be formal.

[doubleohblonde]

Bond had the sinking suspicion that he was standing on that particular item of clothing, but he wasn't going to check right now.

"I can see that." Except for the part he was doing his best not to see anything at all. "I meant why are you sleeping here, exactly?"

[wannabehunter]

"It was closer than the dorms," Jo replied matter of factly, leaning over the side of the bed to try and snag her pants. "In retrospect, that should have been a much bigger clue."

[doubleohblonde]

So it could have been worse, they could have woken up in the dorms.

"You're taking accidentally sleeping with someone twice your age remarkably calmly," Bond remarked, as much to make conversation as anything else.

[wannabehunter]

"Okay, firstly, last night I was the older woman," Jo pointed out, pulling her shirt back on. She could always try and find her bra later. "And secondly, you passed out before we actually did anything, remember?"

[doubleohblonde]

"Oh." He hadn't actually, but knowing the blanks in his memory were because he hadn't actually done anything was quite a relief. "That would explain it."

Of course, this was still a far from ideal situation, but Bond did relax enough to start looking for his own trousers.

[wannabehunter]

"Couldn't hold your drink," Jo explained, carefully gathering anything she'd brought with her.. "Boom, out like a light. I'm decent, by the way."

[doubleohblonde]

"That's good t hear," Bond said by way of reply, to both parts of that. "I don't suppose you'd mind going out the window?"

[wannabehunter]

"The window?"

[doubleohblonde]

Bond grimaced. "It's not exactly chivalrous to ask, but it might be better all around, given Dean Stinson lives here."

[wannabehunter]

Jo took remarkably little time to consider this. "Window it is."