bitten_notshy: ([spec] upside down + tired)
Jack woke up as the sun rose, but he was in no hurry to get out of bed. He had what he assumed was a pleasant but strange dream still playing through his head and no classes for hours.

Besides, bed was a good place to be. There was someone in it with him.

In a moment, he'd figure out why it was extremely odd that the figure had dark hair; for now, he just rolled toward the warmth and snuggled in.

[OOC: For She Who Sadly Is Not Running Off to New York With Him. Set before this, 'cause that's how we roll.]
bitten_notshy: ([spec] upside down + tired)
Jack woke up as the sun rose, but he was in no hurry to get out of bed. He had what he assumed was a pleasant but strange dream still playing through his head and no classes for hours.

Besides, bed was a good place to be. There was someone in it with him.

In a moment, he'd figure out why it was extremely odd that the figure had dark hair; for now, he just rolled toward the warmth and snuggled in.

[OOC: For She Who Sadly Is Not Running Off to New York With Him. Set before this, 'cause that's how we roll.]
bitten_notshy: ([au] Jack)
When Jack Dawson opened his eyes, he assumed he'd won some kind of ship upgrade -- this cabin definitely wasn't in steerage. His luck on this trip was holding, he decided as he smiled at the ceiling.

Then his elbow bumped the person next to him. Okay, maybe less an upgrade, more somebody who'd gotten him drunk and let him crash with them. Still pretty swank to get out of the bunks for a night. He'd just have to get out of here and go find Rose. Maybe she'd be willing to sneak away with him for some carsex breakfast.

Then he realized the person in bed next to him was a girl ... and his pajamas were about six inches too short.

This was starting to seem like a very strange morning. Jack sat up silently to see if he could figure out anything more about what had happened.

[OOC: Titanic, yup. Open to those already in the room. ]
bitten_notshy: ([au] Jack)
When Jack Dawson opened his eyes, he assumed he'd won some kind of ship upgrade -- this cabin definitely wasn't in steerage. His luck on this trip was holding, he decided as he smiled at the ceiling.

Then his elbow bumped the person next to him. Okay, maybe less an upgrade, more somebody who'd gotten him drunk and let him crash with them. Still pretty swank to get out of the bunks for a night. He'd just have to get out of here and go find Rose. Maybe she'd be willing to sneak away with him for some carsex breakfast.

Then he realized the person in bed next to him was a girl ... and his pajamas were about six inches too short.

This was starting to seem like a very strange morning. Jack sat up silently to see if he could figure out anything more about what had happened.

[OOC: Titanic, yup. Open to those already in the room. ]

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