{"id":24263,"date":"2013-09-30T23:43:00","date_gmt":"2013-09-30T23:43:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/09\/30\/pratentious-iamthefirechild-college-our\/"},"modified":"2013-09-30T23:43:00","modified_gmt":"2013-09-30T23:43:00","slug":"pratentious-iamthefirechild-college-our","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/09\/30\/pratentious-iamthefirechild-college-our\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"

pratentious<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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iamthefirechild<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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College:<\/strong>\u00a0Our characters meet while attending university and end up sharing a dorm room. Awkwardness ensues after a drunk one night stand after a night of partying\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Summer rolled over \u2014 tried to roll over. There was something in the way, something warm that gave a little under her touch. She blinked her eyes open, one hand rubbing sleep nits out of green eyes, to find herself tucked up against the firm, muscled shoulder of a sleeping blond.<\/span><\/p>\n

A very handsome blond.<\/p>\n

A \/very\/ familiar blond.<\/p>\n

“Aw, shite,” she muttered. Not only was Arthur lying on her red hair, making it impossible for her to get up, or even move very far \u2014 from the looks of things, and her admittedly slightly hazy memories, they\u2019d slept together.<\/p>\n

After agreeing not to at the beginning of the school year. A month ago.<\/p>\n

She flopped over as far as she could go and groaned. At least she didn\u2019t have a hangover, but sleeping with Arthur, after agreeing not to, was just as bad. Well, almost as bad.<\/p>\n

Well \u2014 from what she remembered, not really bad at all. She wasn\u2019t sure if she was glad or upset that drinking didn\u2019t impair her memory.<\/p>\n

“Arthur. Wake up.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Never let it be said that Arthur Penn cannot hold his alcohol. While he was nowhere near as skilled as Gwaine in that department, he was far better than Merlin. One slurp of a light beer and the idiot became more giggly than a schoolgirl.<\/sub><\/p>\n

However, even Arthur has his limits.<\/sub><\/p>\n

He groaned, frowning slightly when it felt as though he was not in his own bed. Well, there was warmth, and at that moment, that was all that mattered. He had always been good at talking himself out of situation such as these\u2014 Hell, last time he managed to convince the blokes to take him out for pancakes.<\/sub><\/p>\n

The voice changed all that.<\/sub><\/p>\n

His eyes cracked open, finding her almost immediately. \u201cThis\u2026 isn\u2019t happening. This\u2026 ugh. Don\u2019t suppose you have a bucket handy?\u201d<\/sub><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

“Trash can’s empty. Same place it always is, end of the bed.” Summer didn’t look at him. This was going to be even worse than she feared. Not only had they apparently slept together, but either he didn’t remember at all or he was really unhappy about it.<\/p>\n

\/And\/ he had a hangover.<\/p>\n

She put one arm over her eyes, keeping any and all extra senses locked up tight. The last thing she needed right now was to know something she shouldn’t know, and blurt it out. “Do you remember anything from last night?”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

pratentious: iamthefirechild: College:\u00a0Our characters meet while attending university and end up sharing a dorm room. Awkwardness ensues after a drunk one night stand after a night of partying\u00a0 Summer rolled over \u2014 tried to roll over. There was something in the way, something warm that gave a little under her touch. She blinked her eyes … Continue reading <\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[10,2463,2938,560],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24263"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=24263"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24263\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=24263"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=24263"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=24263"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}