Did the fireworks even end? [Rayne]

[Jayson Kline]

Backdated to July 5th

Silence. Complete and total silence. Until Jayson snapped into consciousness and opened his eyes, the rays of the sun somehow half blinding Jay even from behind a window. Out of instinct one of the shirts on the ground flew up and draped itself over the window, blocking out the sunlight. Last thing anyone needed in the morning was intense sunlight.

He readjusted his eyes and thought about turning off the alarm since no one needed it anymore. He was up before it was even supposed to go off anyway. He stretched his arm to adjust his clock and scooted himself over to the edge of the bed slightly. He mentally noted needing a bigger bed. If two people woke up in a single bed the space needed- Jay froze.

Two people? How did he even miss this?

He withdrew his arm and looked down, half in horror and half in expectance. It'd be just his luck to be the target of some lame ass prank by Cale or something, dude probably had Adonis jump into bed with him or some shit. Or, knowing Cale, he'd have jumped in himself. That could just as well have happened as he did have alot to drink, he thought. His head hurt with a constant buzzing so he was quite sure there was a hangover in play. His eyes sprung open wide as suddenly he realized what could have been.

Kat? While she didn't look all that bad and was a hoot to hang out with Jay knew she wasn't into him, so if anything did happen between them there'd be major awkwardness. He'd also have to check himself for stabwounds.

Cale? As far as Jay knew he was a man. And gay. And as far as he knew Cale also had a tiny crush on him. Who knew what booze could make happen in this case? Jay wouldn't be all too happy about it, but he was sure Cale would be. The telekinetic was just happy there was a need to figure it out due to having no recollection of it to speak of.

Liam? Well, same as Cale but without the gay part, he figured.

Ray? This time Jay smiled a bit and untensed as he thought about her. She was always so darn happy, a hoot to hang out with 'out there' and just nice. Yeah. He'd be happy if that actually happened. The suspension was now killing him as he slowly lifted the cover and looked at who lay with him in bed.

''YES!'' He uttered as his first word of the day.

[Rayne Vikenti]

Rayne wasn't exactly sure what happened last night except for the fact whatever happened was something she was unlikely to ever want to repeat. However, what she was aware of was the fact there was a obscene number of angry lions roaring in her head and her mouth felt as though she had just tried to swallow an entire bag of cotton balls. She hadn't even felt this bad when she woke up the morning after her first day in Pilot Ridge. That had been a horrible night. Her brother had this marvelous idea that is was perfectly fine for a fourteen year old to drink, and she'd ended up throwing up.

Of course then she winded up being 'trained' by her brother so that she could handle almost as much alcohol as he could.

Gods they were descended to have permanent liver damage.

A voice had Rayne rolling over underneath a thick blanket, making a small noise of protest as the movement caused the lions to be replaced by something she swore was a screaming green fairy. ((Shh... She's imaginative. Even in pain.)) It didn't even register to be surprised about the fact she was obviously in bed with someone. After all she was fairly sure she'd spent all night in the company of her boys, and Katya, and they wouldn't have let her wander away with a stranger. What she did notice, however, was that there was far too much light for the screaming fairy behind her eyelids. She carefully tucked one arm over her eyes before letting the other one stretch out across the bed, hitting a rather warm body.

Silver tipped nails roamed the body's stomach without consent of her brain. After a few minutes of mindless groping she came to the conclusion she knew the warm body. So her hand retreated and very slowly her gray-blue eyes opened to stare up at the familiar face of her housemate. "Morning Bluejay." She spoke rather low as she started to sit up, noticing for the first time half the strings for her rather glittery shirt had come undone and were tangled in a way that made her think she'd tried to correct the undone-ness while drunk. Seeing as some of the back was actually threaded into the side. "I have an angry fairy in my head." The matter of fact tone was followed by a serious nod that had the Russian wincing some. "I never want to be American again. Too much celebratory."

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[Jayson Kline]

''Bluejay?'' Jay repeated slowly. Rayne was just about the only one who would come up with that, and Jay didn't care in the least. If anything a nickname like that meant there was time and effort put into it, it made him feel accepted. Though, there was no doubt about being accepted in his current company.

Jay closed his eyes momentarily and recalled the feeling of Ray tracing his body. He'd be lying if he said he had never ever fantasized about this. Though he wasn't quite sure what it meant if you had a hangover and woke up with someone else in a way too tiny bed. It'd be safe to assume it meant nothing at this point, and if it did mean something it was that alcohol made you act all stupid and empowered dormant feelings.

He was sure about there being some amorous feelings between the two, however hidden they were. But he was also sure everyone else they shared the house with had some version of that same emotion.

He noticed Ray looking at her shirt and that half the strings (Though it could have been less then hal;f, or simply 2, he was hungover and sleepy) were undone. ''But if you stop being American I wouldn't have the joy of having you in my bed. Which, is too small as you can no doubt tell.'' He replied to Rayne stating she didn't want to be American again. He knew full and well that she meant the partying part of being American but Jay decided to turn it into something different because, well, hungover.

''If my mind was slightly more awake I'd have helped you with those stringy things.''
Saying that he'd actually help and not just.,.. do something else was twisting the truth, so he decided against saying that. He was best off just enjoying the moment for now.

[Rayne Vikenti]

Rayne wasn't actually all too surprised about waking up in the same bed as Jayson. Granted, she wasn't all too thrilled that the fact she was doing so with a hangover. But it was something that had to happen eventually. After all she'd waken up so many times in Liam's bed that she had lost count, and since her and Katya shared a room they woke up draped over each other quite a bit. Plus she'd woken up in Angel's fluffy bed whenever she got drinking and decided the happy prankster needed company.

Really, she was wondering why she hadn't woken up in Jayson's bed any sooner. Or, she would have been wondering it if it weren't for the angry fairy still screeching and clawing around her brain.

"Being American is no fun. You have shit for drink." She nodded helpfully before bringing a hand up to hold her protesting head. "But you are such fun. Too hard to decide." With that said, Rayne slowly turned to climb off the bed. It wasn't too small, in her opinion, but she wasn't about to tell Jayson that. It would take far, far too much work to try and do so. Plus, talking wasn't exactly making the screaming fairy any nicer.

She walked over to the mirror and took stock of her appearance, carefully using her fingers to comb through the rats nest of her hair. After a few halfhearted attempts to fix her shirt, Rayne gave up. Pondering the option of just removing the complicated shirt to avoid any more trouble, but that didn't seem like an overly bright idea considering there was a male sitting not to far behind her.

Walking had seemed to help the Russian girl, as the screaming fairy had dulled down to minor shrieks. "Up. Drink water and medicine and eat pickle and will be fine." Not necessarily in that order, and not necessarily water. After all.. Vodka did mean water in Russian. She'd count it. With that done she headed to the door and opened it slowly, worried that there would be far too much light on the other side.

[Jayson Kline]

Jayson bore the same grin he had since he noticed Rayne in his bed, but decided it was quickly time to make it dissapear in case Ray got uncomfortable, which he doubted could even happen at all.

''Being American isn't fun.'' Jay nodded. He'd let her have that one. She then went on to say it was hard to decide, which it actually was. Though the telekinetic would never admit to thinking that, and in Ray's defense, he was biased. ''Egyptian.'' He mumbled. He'd think about being Egyptian, but in the time of pharaohs, not current day Egypt. He'd always liked anything to do with Egypt.

Not that his liking of Egypt was in any way influenced by Rayne having an ankh and the eye of Horus on her neck. Nope. Jay rolled his eyes.

She had gotten out of bed and attempted to fix her shirt after running her hand through her hair. It was probably a personal thing, but Jay liked how she looked either way. She could be in a garbage bag for all he cared and still look good. After that she mentioned something about water and medicine, and told him to get up. Probably to go get it.

''Ha.'' Jay chuckled as Ray headed for the door. ''Go get me some while you're at it.''

''Oh and the pickle is right here, might save ya some time.'' He joked.

[Rayne Vikenti]

Rayne didn't pay attention to Jayson's mumbled 'Egyptian'. As far as her pain filled brain could think the word had absolutely no reason to be uttered. It didn't make sense with the sentence, or at least it didn't make sense to the small portion of her brain left undisturbed by the raging fairy. So instead she would just peg it to Jayson being as equally disoriented as she was.

It didn't even register he might have been looking at her tattoos while he spoke.

The blue eyed Russian paused at the doorway and turned, oh-so-slowly, to stare at her housemate. His joke -while funny and something she would normally laugh at- was once again proving that her theory that he might have a fairy in his brain correct. She blinked slowly before resting her hip against the doorway, looking at him without any shred of sympathy for any pain he might be feeling. Too many years of shoving the hangover cure down her brother's throat had made the girl immune to anything (especially imagined things) that could be thrown at her.

"Up. Out of bed. You want, you move feet."

[Jayson Kline]

Jay sighed at Rayne and made an attempt to actually roll out of bed. His brain thought it a good idea to actually go downstairs and settle for a bit, but his body just said no and put a lock on any and all movement from that point on. It was like his own telekinesis was pushing down on him.

''The fuck?''

He pushed a bit harder and felt something lift from him as he violently crashed to the floor. It seemed that settling down was no longer needed as the contact with the ground was enough to wake everything about Jay. He got up to his feet and watched his roomy standing in the doorway. There was a small chance the telekinetic was still a bit hungover, but just realizing he had woken up with Ray in his bed seemed to act like a valid distraction, even in the assumtion nothing had happened. Had it? Jay shook his head.

He shuffled to the doorway and yawned right into the face of the girl as he moved her out of the doorway slightly and the door slammed shut telekinetically. He let his hands linger on Rayne's shoulders a bit longer, thoroughly contemplating lowering his hands just an eensy bit as he thumbs began twiddling llike mad, and decided to just retract his hands and go for the stairs.

''Yeah. You'd like me gobbling on a fallic object, wouldn't you?''

[Rayne Vikenti]

Rayne didn't say anything as Jayson yawned in her face, but her scrunched up nose said more than enough in regards to what she thought about the treatment. She just didn't appreciate male morning breath in her face. The smaller girl gave a yawn of her own as the fairy in her head gave a rather vicious tantrum to the light in the hallway.

They really should invest in boarding up the windows.

"I don't know how to respond, Bluebird." Laughing weakly at Jayson's statement, Rayne followed the telekinetic down the stairs. However once they were on the main floor she brushed past him to go to the kitchen, pulling out a few jars labeled "Rayne's Shit". She grabbed two glasses, trying not to wince at the screech of pain at the noise. Once down she poured two 'small' helpings of Smirnoff and held the glass out to Jayson. "Drink. Eat pickle." With that she nodded her head, breathed out a little and drank her own 'cure' followed by a quick bite of her pickle. Hopefully she could burn out the fairy.

[Jayson Kline]

Jay was the first to get down the stairs, but as soon as they were down Ray stepped past him and went into the kitchen leaving Jay yawning and scratching his butt.

There were a few jars involved in whatever Rayne was doing, and upon closer inspection Jay noticed they were labeled ''Rayne's shit'' He mustered a smile as the girl reached up to get glasses and put them on the counter, wincing at the sound they made. Jay shook his head slightly as he judged silently from a safe and soundproof distance. Rayne then poured her shit, which Jay fervently hoped wasn't actual shit, into the glasses and handed one of them to the telekinetic.

Jay took the glass from the girl and realized that it smelled of alcohol, and to top it off the glass was halfway filled. He took a small sip just to get a taste of what it was and felt oddly good after it. ''So,'' He took a gulp which resulted in him downing the contents of the glass in one fell swoop, after which he coughed and held his hand in front of his mouth as the glass hovered in mid air. The minute he got done coughing he hovered the glass over to Rayne and smiled.

''I'd like the other half now.'' He said as he grabbed a pickle, not the one Ray was eating to his surprise, and took a bite of it.

[Rayne Vikenti]

Rayne was a little disappointed when Jayson merely sipped his vodka. Even if was to get a taste of what the liquid was. She would have thought the male trusted her with her delivering of drinks. Plus she had tried to do a toast to killing the green fairy in her brain, something which she really hoped would be working. But her annoyance was quickly killed as Jayson swallowed the rest of it in one go and ended up in a rather loud coughing fit. A wide smile pulled at her lips despite the pain in her head as she plucked the glass from mid air. "Too much for you, Bluebird?" She teased.

Ignoring the urge to shake her head, Rayne turned to pour more vodka into the glasses. Trying not to think about the fact she shouldn't be re-pouring. She held the quarter-filled glass out to Jayson and smirked slightly. "Would not need you throwing up again." she huffed some, taking yet another bite of her own pickle.

[Jayson Kline]

Jay, hunched over slightly shook his head and wagged his index finger at Rayne as he cought his breath after the coughing fit. ''Nothing is too much for me.'' He thought about what he said for a moment. ''But if it was, would you take care of me?'' He halfheartedly asked as he added, or tried to add a, wink.

As Ray filled up the glass he had given her for the second time he actually walked up to the girl instead of using his ability to levitate the drink towards him. He reached out and let his hand rest on Rayne's for a little while as he then took the glass from her hand, taking one major sip from the get-go, instantly turning around and, as the glass hung in mid air he entered another coughing fit.

While coughing he raised his hand and gave Ray a thumbs up. ''Would not want that either.'' He said in a raspy voice.

[Rayne Vikenti]

Unlike the male before her, Rayne didn't cough from something as simple as alcohol. Despite still being underage for drinking she had long ago become immune to the burning sensation of vodka. Plus her whole breathing out trick really did help. She shook her head at Jayson's words and gave him a sort of half-laugh even though the fairy was still making a mess of her brain. "Only if you are done in by... Not alcohol."

She didn't comment when Jayson's hand touched hers. Why would she? They'd been roommates for awhile and friends even longer. However her gaze slipped down to where their hands were touching as it lingered, and lingered. And lingered some more. But before she could voice anything, Jayson had removed his hand and was going back to drinking.

Then there was the coughing.

Rayne laughed some as she plucked the glass from the air and walked over to put it in the sink along with hers. "I think you should be done for the morning. Too much noise!"

((It sucks. I'm sorry))

[Jayson Kline]

The telekinetic exhaled loudly in the hopes of minimizing the amount of coughs only to start coughing once more as he inhaled just as deep. He stood upright and began pounding his own chest in order to get the cough out. He wasn't sure if it was the fact Rayne had woken up in his bed or the fact that it was a 'once-per-year' kinda deal (Jay chose the first option), but today was off to a very uncharacteristic start.

Jay couldn't really handle alcohol, and would normally not drink enough of it to be hungover, or accept anything alcoholic in the morning. In fact, he wondered.. was he hungover? Or was he merely in the mindset he was to justify being around Rayne? Surely he'd never do that, he knew that much. ''But a hangover can't be this mild, can it?'' He threw around in his brain. He'd ask Rayne what a hangover felt like, but he knew he'd just get a confusing stare back. Was he unable to get drunk? No, that couldn't be it. The lack of what happened the day before was proof of that.

''Lack of..'' He coughed as he pointed at Rayne. ''Do you remember anything of last night?'' He asked as he filled one of the two glasses with water from a distance and levitated it toward himself.