The following morning, Jossie found herself awoken by both the feel of someone's hands on her butt and lips on her own. Shifting a bit, she let out a small groan before speaking, "That's my butt you know... and holy hell does my head hurt," she grumbled, burying her face in Adrian's neck and nibbling at it. Having never had alcohol before, she had not expected the rather aggressive headache she was experiencing, which made her regret the fact that she had accepted nearly every shot the guys had gotten for her.
"Never again," she groaned, "There has to be a way to avoid such a thing..."
Adrian looked around the suddenly slightly messier than usual room, and surveyed the damage their drunken shensnigans had done. Although the lights were off, a bright shaft of morning light penetrated the room, the club-owner pulled up the covers and kissed Joslyn's feverish forhead to ease his companion's protests.
"Better?" He asked, vaguely remembering how bright lights bothered Joslyn even when she was sober.
"Mmmm..." She murmured, moving her face from his neck to his chest, "Uh... did we... My clothes are gone... Oh..." Jossie felt her face heat up as she glanced down and noticed that Adrian wasn't exactly decent himself. However, she wasn't exactly inclined to move from where she was because she was comfortable.
"So... uh... we never cleaned the bar," she pointed out, "We should probably do that before the place opens in a few hours right?"
Adrian sighed as Joslyn talked about work, when they weren't working, in a building they were supposed to work together in.
"You're probably hungry." He guessed, while stroking her hair back, "How 'bout I fix up something for us to eat while you go clean up the damage the kids did out there."
Peeking a few glances out from under the covers, he managed to eventually snag most of their clothes with his toe and bring them into their little comfort-haven, although putting their clothes on quickly became an interesting chore.
Joslyn did her best to try to get dressed, only to find herself relatively tangled with Adrian. The fact that they were having such problems made her giggle and she eventually just stopped what she was doing. "This isn't working very well is it?" she asked as she peered up at him from under the covers, "I am pretty sure I got one of your legs in my own pants..."
She leaned up a bit and gave Adrian a light kiss before poking her head out of the covers for a moment, only to yelp and dive back under. Now she was stuck with her inability to really see since the sun had decided to wreak havoc on her retinas. "I made a mistake!"
Adrian moved to close the blinds, but was too late. Joslyn had blinded herself. He rushed over to her side, straining to look her inthe eyes in the dark, as though he could tell just by looking whether or not it was pemenant. At least he wanted to think he could, as he tried to calm her back down with a flurry of kisses and long string of re-assurances that she'd be fine in a few more minutes. But probably the most re-assuring thing he'd done was proving to her that he wasn't going to leave until he was sure she would be fine.
Joslyn was shocked by his want to stay with her until she could see again, which thankfully only took a few minutes. "I uh..." she mumbled, "I... thank you... I'm not used to people waiting for me to be able to see, actually, I'm usually alone for that." She leaned forward and pressed her lips against his in a soft kiss to show her appreciation despite the literal day the two knew each other for.
He returned the kiss in-kind, of course. Adrian leaned back as the little assassin leaned forwards, letting her have her fun while he had his. But as they kissed, they could hear noises coming from the bar.
"We should probably get dressed, and check back on the bar." The owner stated, before giving her another, last-second kiss, "We can continue this later."
The waitress glanced off to the side for a moment before she offered up a shy smile, "I would think no one would be here so early," she muttered before she finished pulling on her clothing, "We need to go shopping, you promised... so after we get the bar situated could you bring me to get some clothing or will they be ordered?"
Fixing the shirt, she turned and watched Adrian with a curious look before she simply flopped back on the bed and groaned. "I really don't want to do anything... why are people still here?"
"Sometimes they refuse to leave, thankfully the locks to the back-rooms are sturdy enough." He replied, offering his hand to get the young waitress back to her feet. "As for clothes, I may have some stored upstairs, but we'd probably also need to shop for clothes anyways... but in the meantime..." He gave a slight grin as he looked away and towards the door. "I'll prepare food if you'll go check on our guests sleeping-off their drinks on one of our bar-room tables."
She nodded her head before walking out of the back room and into the bars. Spotting Miro, the female walked up to him and started to poke the male repeatedly in the side. "Come on ya butt," she said, continuing to poke him, "Bar is closed, I need to clean up and you should probably go find a certain someone who has the same name as me now shouldn't you?"
