Oh, what have I done…

sebastienwoodsen:

Is she alright? (He asks with mild concern) It was quite fun, I suppose… Now if only my head will stop throbbing. (Shrugs against her, pulling her closer into his chest as he begins making himself more comfortable) Love, I believe I am still drunk… my judgment is impaired.

Yes, we just got really drunk. I think she was in better shape than me, anyway. (At his comment she opens her eyes, looking up to him as a hand moves to his cheek and chin, fingers trailing softly over his skin) Drinking water would help. Perhaps an Advil also. Do you want me to get you a glass?

Oh, what have I done…

sebastienwoodsen:

Huh. I’ll have to ask her. (He mutters tiredly. His lips curl into a humored smirk at the soft peck against his cheek) Oh, I’m sure. (He answers sagely) Jacob and Harrison were trying to… But then Sophia insisted on more appealing women. (Rolls his eyes) Those women and their morals. I must see to it to speak to them at some point about their outlandish behavior.

Yes, if she remembers. (He chuckles lightly) I’m glad she interfered. You deserved a good night (she covers her mouth as a yawn escapes her). Sounds very noble of you. But do you think it’s a good idea?

Oh, what have I done…

sebastienwoodsen:

(He manages a lazy smile, fingers running along her arm as he nods listlessly) As I predicted… How were the strippers? (He asks, far too hungover to truly fret over the men)

I don’t remember much… Good I suppose? Otherwise Gen wouldn’t have hired them (she moves her head a bit, her lips moving lightly over his neck before placing a soft kiss) They had nothing on you, though. How were yours? Not too ugly, I hope. I heard there was a joke going around that they’d get you the ugliest stripper.

Oh, what have I done…

sebastienwoodsen:

(Sebastien shuts his eyes as she lays next to him, one hand instinctively wrapping around her. He rests his forehead against hers, groaning) There was… A monkey. And tassles… And one dollar bills… There was a smoke machine and I think a clown.

Sounds eventful (she smiles lightly, her eyes already closed. She curls a little closer to him and rests her head at the crook of her neck). Your sister got us strippers and tequila shots. I only remember the tequila shots. Lots and lots of them…

Oh, what have I done…

sebastienwoodsen:

(Sebastien muffles incoherenly into his pillow, finally pulling himself up to stare at her) D-Darling… Shh. (He lightly tugs on her shirt) It’s nap time.

(She softly runs her hand through his hair) Hangover. Got it (smiles lightly as he tugs on her, laying next to him in bed).

Oh, what have I done…

sebastienwoodsen:

Hey (she sits next to him) So I guess this is the part where we talk about our bachelor’s parties. Or try to talk about it, because honestly I don’t remember most of it (she gives him an innocent smile).

Strippers at the go!

genevievewoodsen:

(Grinning widely, she hooks her arm with Lea as she holds up her shot) To sisters! (She exclaims, shoving a shot glass with tequila into her hands) To strippers! To hot, incredibly sexy strippers! To shots! Hazzuh! (She knocks back the liquid quickly with a grin on her face)

To sisters (she grins and takes the shot in one gulp). Your brother will kill me. I told him there would be no strippers and only a moderate amount of alcohol. I should have known better (she lets out a chuckle as she looks at Gen).

This bachlorette party is going to be legen—wait for it—dary!

catcrowe:

Because he’s a Woodsen. (Catherine answers with a sense of finality) No offense or anything. (She beams, nudging Lea’s shoulder) It’ll keep you buys when Mister Suit and Tie is up late working.

I understand his family can be a little… hard to like. But he’s different, he’s genuine (she takes another sip of her wine). Uh-okay… (she gives her a puzzled look but ends up laughing a bit).

This bachlorette party is going to be legen—wait for it—dary!

catcrowe:

Either way, it sucks. (Catherine sums up thoughtlessly, picking up a shot for herself) By the way, I got you a present.

(She raises an eyebrow, taking back her glass of wine she put aside to drink Cat’s shot) Why would it suck? (She gives her a questioning look) A present? You shouldn’t have, but thanks.