Aftereffects of Tequila

Kitty and Rogue have shared their first night partying and drinking… and now they also share the hangover and brain-fog that results.  But that’s not all, they discover they also now share something else - ornate tattoos of each others’ names on their butts, and no memory of getting them.

(#00230)

“…ow…”

“Quiet, I’m dying.”

“Oooh, my hair hurts. How can hair hurt?”

“I said, shuddup, I’m dying.” Kitty rolled over and buried her head under her pillow. This did not improve things.

“What did we do last night?” Rogue moaned. “Feels like somethin’ crawled into my mouth an’ up an’ died.”

“Mine reanimated for a zombie party,” Kitty moaned. She readjusted her position and flinched. “OW!”

Rogue whimpered. “…quietly…?”

“My ass hurts.”

“Mine too, just complain quietly.” Rogue struggled free of her bedding. “Why’m Ah in a corset ‘n’ stockings?”

Kitty evicted something from underneath her midriff. “Why do I got a cop’s hat?”

“Where inna hell’d we get traffic cones?” Rogue picked up the one immediately in her way and tossed it somewhere soft. She staggered uncertainly towards the bathroom they shared. “…ow…”

“Hey,” said Kitty. “Y'got somethin’ sticking to your ass.”

“Yours too,” noted Rogue. “Argue later. Pee now.”

Both winced at the sounds of pouring liquid.

“…o God that stinks…”

Kitty made it upright. “Dunno if I wanna pee or ralph worst.”

“Do both, save time.”

“Oooh, what did we do last night?” She managed to empty her bladder without throwing up, and inspected the medical bandage on her butt-cheek. Peeled a careful corner off.

“I GOT A TATTOO?!”

“…owwwww…”

“Rogue, I got a tattoo on my ass!” Kitty lunged at Rogue’s bandage, tearing it off.

“Ow!”

“You got a tattoo on your ass!” Kitty crumpled from the exertion. “Of my name.”

Rogue peeked. “You got mah name. And it’s spelled right for a change.”

“How the hell–?”

“Tequila,” groaned Rogue. “That’s how the hell.”

“Summon…” Kitty managed.

“Uh?”

“Summon left a lotta bottle water,” Kitty croaked.

“Oh good,” sighed Rogue. “Drink half each and we might start to feel human.”

Kitty snagged two, handed one over. “It’s a start. Meantime, I’m'a hide from th’ sun.”

“Goo’ plan…”

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