Doug & Darcy | Tipsy Celebrations
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xp_logs(Backdated) The morning revelation that Topaz is back is a wonderful wakeup call, even when you've gone to bed tipsy.
"Nuh-uh, you're tipsy," Darcy giggled as Doug opened the door to his suite. She nuzzled into his back, leaning most of her weight against him as he maneuvered them through the door and over to the couch.
"Press X to doubt," Doug told Darcy as he helped her sit without flopping over too hard. "I'm not the one who had Gabe's 'a little bit of everything' punch." He shook his head. "I mean, you could practically ignite the fumes off that. It was like...I dunno, Long Island Iced Tea without even the fig leaf of a splash of Coke." To be fair, he had had some of Kyle's beer, but that wasn't at all on the same level.
"He's good at mixes," Darcy mumbled as she curled up. "An' I shared wi' Ter like a respon.. resible.. good girl. Shared m'snacks." She rubbed her face on the pillow she'd wrapped herself around, making a pleased noise at the soft texture. "Prob'ly.. hydrate, pickle juice, pills though. Jus' in case." She smiled up at Doug, expression soft and open. "You too."
"Pickle juice?" Doug's nose wrinkled. "Ew, this is strictly a Gatorade replenishment zone here," he told Darcy. "But yes, hangover prevention is a very good idea." He wandered off to the refrigerator, which was naturally open. "Well, the Gatorade won't be completely cold, but it should still be cool." Another trip to the bathroom yielded an open medicine cabinet, and drawers at various states of ajar. He returned with an open bottle of aspirin. "Bottoms up," he said.
"S good," Darcy argued, opening her mouth obediently for the aspirin and swallowing them down with the Gatorade and a grimace. "Shot of juice, pills, glass of water. No hangover." She snuggled back into the pillow, pulling her phone out and half-heartedly swiping across the keyboard with a frown. "S'posed to ske..shed.. make a meeting? Wtf Barton maybe you shoulda been here then," she muttered, brow furrowed as she typed.
"Oh my god, do I really have to take away your phone, Darce?" Doug asked as he watched her poke at it. "Because I swear, if there is irresponsible texting and stuff, I will, even if I -do- have to get you off first." The reference to her unintentional innuendo was delivered with a teasing smile.
"M'not WRONG," she grouched, finger mashing the post button on her screen harder than was remotely necessary. "Ow." She shoved her phone off the pillow with a frown, nodding at Doug. "Probly best. Then headpats?"
Indignant drunk Darcy was kind of adorable, Doug decided. At least since she had agreed to put the phone down - if she'd gone stubborn it probably wouldn't have been as cute. "You can have as many headpats as you want, sweetie," he told her as he sat down by her feet.
Darcy shuffled in her seat, slowly leaning over until her cheek was smushed against Doug's leg. "Pillow's softer," she said into the denim, a determined wiggle of head and shoulders until she was in a comfortable spot. "Pats and space food?" she asked hopefully.
Doug carded his fingers through Darcy's hair as he flipped the channel to whatever weird programming had come through thanks to the strange byplay of so many luck and probability powers interacting. "Of course."
"S'good boyfren type, gon' share all m'bacons with you," she murmured, eyes half-shut as she listened to the show's judges critiquing a round of dishes. "Great but boring's goin home, byeeeeeee. Risky wins."
"Ooh, sharing bacon? We -are- serious," Doug joked with a fond smile down at his sleepy tipsy girlfriend. "Next thing you know, we'll be picking out matching hash browns." It wasn't his finest joke, but Darcy wasn't the only one who was tired.
"Crispy cheese," Darcy mumbled. "Mad n sad so tirin. Sleep?"
Doug's expression grew gentle and caring as he continued to stroke Darcy's hair. "Sleep, sweetie. Hopefully things will be a little less mad and sad in the morning."
"Not gonna," Darcy sighed out, letting the soothing repetition of fingers in her hair lull her to sleep.
***
The morning sun was bright, and Darcy scrunched her eyes as she rolled into the warmth next to her. "Boo curtains no sun," she muttered, flicking the covers over her head as she smooshed her face into Doug's side. "Too early."
"Ugggggggggggggggggh," Doug groaned as well. "I thought I pulled them closed last night." He cracked open an eyelid to discover he had, but not enough, and the sliver of light that was coming through had moved to directly shine in their faces. "Aw curtains, no," he grumbled. He reached out as far as he could, but the curtains were not in reach of the bed.
Darcy's chest shook with almost silent laughter as she took in Doug's disgruntled expression. "Come hide under the covers with me, or get up and actually start facing the day? Shower, breakfast foods, see where the day takes us?"
"Fi' mor min'ts..." Doug mumbled, but he was already peeling back the covers and standing up to head to the bathroom. On his way back, his phone chimed with an alert, and he picked it up to read. The words on the screen caused him to come fully awake, eyes wide and excited. "ohmygod ohmygod DarcyDarcyDarcy look!" he babbled, thrusting his phone at her.
"Mmwha?" Darcy pushed the phone back slightly so her eyes could focus. "She's really back?!??" She bolted upright, shoving the covers to the side and making room for Doug so they could both read the string of texts. "We got her back," she breathed out, burying her face into his chest as her eyes prickled.
Doug grabbed Darcy under the arms, picked her up, and swung her around with a whoop. "We got her back!" he yelled boisterously at the ceiling. It felt like a weight had been lifted off of everything. He had faith in Marie-Ange when it came to knowing if someone was alive or dead, but there was a difference between faith and proof.
Darcy's yelp of surprise turned into a laugh at Doug's joy. "You are so lucky I didn't have a hangover," she said dryly once she was back on her own two feet, giving him a playful nudge in the side. "I think this deserves a celebratory breakfast, since we can't invade the medlab. And maybe a trip to the farmer's market for soup ingredients?"
"Celebratory breakfast only if I get to share your bacon," Doug told Darcy with a wink, already looking for clothes and shoes. "And it's Saturday, there's farmers markets all over to get soup stuff."
"I mean, my bacon did literally survive the open everything luckpocalypse. But we can also leave and get bacon, so long as I have time to change and brush my hair into something decent." Darcy looked down at herself with a grimace. "This is not outside clothing."
Doug looked Darcy up and down. "I mean, I always think you look great, but I have a noted bias and I think you'd still look great in a burlap sack, so...yeah, let's find something for outside."
"If we're leaving the mansion I definitely want to be wearing more than one of your shirts and my gym shorts, though. And since my room's just a hallway away.. easy enough to change and freshen up. Next time you want to stay in and eat, though.." She let the statement hang, grinning at him as she slipped her shoes on.
"If it weren't for needing to go get stuff to make something nice for Topaz..." Doug trailed off, giving Darcy a lascivious look. "But I absolutely need to find a Hello Kitty straw."
"She's going to murder you, but yes. A nice useful one AND a ridiculous curly one," Darcy agreed.
"Nuh-uh, you're tipsy," Darcy giggled as Doug opened the door to his suite. She nuzzled into his back, leaning most of her weight against him as he maneuvered them through the door and over to the couch.
"Press X to doubt," Doug told Darcy as he helped her sit without flopping over too hard. "I'm not the one who had Gabe's 'a little bit of everything' punch." He shook his head. "I mean, you could practically ignite the fumes off that. It was like...I dunno, Long Island Iced Tea without even the fig leaf of a splash of Coke." To be fair, he had had some of Kyle's beer, but that wasn't at all on the same level.
"He's good at mixes," Darcy mumbled as she curled up. "An' I shared wi' Ter like a respon.. resible.. good girl. Shared m'snacks." She rubbed her face on the pillow she'd wrapped herself around, making a pleased noise at the soft texture. "Prob'ly.. hydrate, pickle juice, pills though. Jus' in case." She smiled up at Doug, expression soft and open. "You too."
"Pickle juice?" Doug's nose wrinkled. "Ew, this is strictly a Gatorade replenishment zone here," he told Darcy. "But yes, hangover prevention is a very good idea." He wandered off to the refrigerator, which was naturally open. "Well, the Gatorade won't be completely cold, but it should still be cool." Another trip to the bathroom yielded an open medicine cabinet, and drawers at various states of ajar. He returned with an open bottle of aspirin. "Bottoms up," he said.
"S good," Darcy argued, opening her mouth obediently for the aspirin and swallowing them down with the Gatorade and a grimace. "Shot of juice, pills, glass of water. No hangover." She snuggled back into the pillow, pulling her phone out and half-heartedly swiping across the keyboard with a frown. "S'posed to ske..shed.. make a meeting? Wtf Barton maybe you shoulda been here then," she muttered, brow furrowed as she typed.
"Oh my god, do I really have to take away your phone, Darce?" Doug asked as he watched her poke at it. "Because I swear, if there is irresponsible texting and stuff, I will, even if I -do- have to get you off first." The reference to her unintentional innuendo was delivered with a teasing smile.
"M'not WRONG," she grouched, finger mashing the post button on her screen harder than was remotely necessary. "Ow." She shoved her phone off the pillow with a frown, nodding at Doug. "Probly best. Then headpats?"
Indignant drunk Darcy was kind of adorable, Doug decided. At least since she had agreed to put the phone down - if she'd gone stubborn it probably wouldn't have been as cute. "You can have as many headpats as you want, sweetie," he told her as he sat down by her feet.
Darcy shuffled in her seat, slowly leaning over until her cheek was smushed against Doug's leg. "Pillow's softer," she said into the denim, a determined wiggle of head and shoulders until she was in a comfortable spot. "Pats and space food?" she asked hopefully.
Doug carded his fingers through Darcy's hair as he flipped the channel to whatever weird programming had come through thanks to the strange byplay of so many luck and probability powers interacting. "Of course."
"S'good boyfren type, gon' share all m'bacons with you," she murmured, eyes half-shut as she listened to the show's judges critiquing a round of dishes. "Great but boring's goin home, byeeeeeee. Risky wins."
"Ooh, sharing bacon? We -are- serious," Doug joked with a fond smile down at his sleepy tipsy girlfriend. "Next thing you know, we'll be picking out matching hash browns." It wasn't his finest joke, but Darcy wasn't the only one who was tired.
"Crispy cheese," Darcy mumbled. "Mad n sad so tirin. Sleep?"
Doug's expression grew gentle and caring as he continued to stroke Darcy's hair. "Sleep, sweetie. Hopefully things will be a little less mad and sad in the morning."
"Not gonna," Darcy sighed out, letting the soothing repetition of fingers in her hair lull her to sleep.
***
The morning sun was bright, and Darcy scrunched her eyes as she rolled into the warmth next to her. "Boo curtains no sun," she muttered, flicking the covers over her head as she smooshed her face into Doug's side. "Too early."
"Ugggggggggggggggggh," Doug groaned as well. "I thought I pulled them closed last night." He cracked open an eyelid to discover he had, but not enough, and the sliver of light that was coming through had moved to directly shine in their faces. "Aw curtains, no," he grumbled. He reached out as far as he could, but the curtains were not in reach of the bed.
Darcy's chest shook with almost silent laughter as she took in Doug's disgruntled expression. "Come hide under the covers with me, or get up and actually start facing the day? Shower, breakfast foods, see where the day takes us?"
"Fi' mor min'ts..." Doug mumbled, but he was already peeling back the covers and standing up to head to the bathroom. On his way back, his phone chimed with an alert, and he picked it up to read. The words on the screen caused him to come fully awake, eyes wide and excited. "ohmygod ohmygod DarcyDarcyDarcy look!" he babbled, thrusting his phone at her.
"Mmwha?" Darcy pushed the phone back slightly so her eyes could focus. "She's really back?!??" She bolted upright, shoving the covers to the side and making room for Doug so they could both read the string of texts. "We got her back," she breathed out, burying her face into his chest as her eyes prickled.
Doug grabbed Darcy under the arms, picked her up, and swung her around with a whoop. "We got her back!" he yelled boisterously at the ceiling. It felt like a weight had been lifted off of everything. He had faith in Marie-Ange when it came to knowing if someone was alive or dead, but there was a difference between faith and proof.
Darcy's yelp of surprise turned into a laugh at Doug's joy. "You are so lucky I didn't have a hangover," she said dryly once she was back on her own two feet, giving him a playful nudge in the side. "I think this deserves a celebratory breakfast, since we can't invade the medlab. And maybe a trip to the farmer's market for soup ingredients?"
"Celebratory breakfast only if I get to share your bacon," Doug told Darcy with a wink, already looking for clothes and shoes. "And it's Saturday, there's farmers markets all over to get soup stuff."
"I mean, my bacon did literally survive the open everything luckpocalypse. But we can also leave and get bacon, so long as I have time to change and brush my hair into something decent." Darcy looked down at herself with a grimace. "This is not outside clothing."
Doug looked Darcy up and down. "I mean, I always think you look great, but I have a noted bias and I think you'd still look great in a burlap sack, so...yeah, let's find something for outside."
"If we're leaving the mansion I definitely want to be wearing more than one of your shirts and my gym shorts, though. And since my room's just a hallway away.. easy enough to change and freshen up. Next time you want to stay in and eat, though.." She let the statement hang, grinning at him as she slipped her shoes on.
"If it weren't for needing to go get stuff to make something nice for Topaz..." Doug trailed off, giving Darcy a lascivious look. "But I absolutely need to find a Hello Kitty straw."
"She's going to murder you, but yes. A nice useful one AND a ridiculous curly one," Darcy agreed.
