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He'd slept outside of Hillworth before. He'd slept on park benches. Under bridges. On roofs. Being senshi, he sometimes didn't bother heading back for bed, not after he'd gotten his a** handed to him when returning from patrol. But waking up in a motel room, half naked, in bed with a bottle of cheap alcohol in his hand?

This was a first.

"Aw, ********." Castor reached up to rub his throbbing head, and was a bit shocked to find his tiara still on. Usually he powered down before goign to sleep. What the hell was going o-
"MMMGH!" Coving his mouth, Castor didn't even think as he dashed to the bathroom, body emptying it's contents. Something told him he had a bit too much to drink last night. After his stomach was done with it's magic act, And Castor had a chance to rise out his mouth and wipe his face, (ew), He got a good look at himself in the mirror.
His chest was covered in scratches and his neck, hickies. His tie and tiara were still on, but his shirt was absent, along with his gloves, shoes, and socks.
His pants were still on.
Barely.
Looking over, he grabbed the small trash bin, (careful to remove the overflowing amount of crushed cans that had previously occupied it), the semi nude Super Senshi walked, (or stumbled) his way back to the bed.

What greeted him, was also new.
"....Aw, ******** me."

Purple hair? Great rack? Wearing his shirt? Well, well, well, what did we have here? Why it what the sexy negababe he'd almost been battling the night before. Or, well, until they'd gone from battle to a battle of another sort. Clutching the trash bin to his chest Castor wasn't so much ready to hurl as he was ready for any nastiness that might want an act two. "Half of me says it was probably really amazing, another half of me says I have no ******** idea."

Gingerly, he offered her the empty bin. "Just is case, because ******** if I know what's coming up."

Plopping down on the side of the bed, he looked his mystery partner up and down. "...I have to admit, even though my brain is telling me I was a ******** moron like it usually does after hangovers, you look really hott in my shirt. You wearing anything besides that though?" Knocking up a girl was bad enough. Knocking up a girl who's name was eluding him right now, and was also supposed to be an enemy? yeah. Not wanting to have to go do a meet and greet with the boss of the negaverse and her folks. Castor wasn't sure what was worse, possibly having to see Charonite again, or having to meet angry parents.

"No"

GREAT. Either she slept in the nude or they'd not bothered to removed the semi torn shirt. After all, it was hardly covering anything. Face met palm and Castor wanted to partially die. Looking around at the surroundings, he noticed two things on the nightstand and felt chills down his spine.

An empty box and a bottle.
One was empty, the other was half empty.

They were two things that you NEVER, EVER wanted to see side by side.

'Condoms' and 'pain relievers'. Also know and 'indicators or really drunk sex and possible rough sex, both with lots of booze'. Speaking of which. "Aw, ********. My a**. s**t. The he-" looking at her a**, (and what a great a** it was), Castor felt his own pain on his a** flare up for an unknown reason.
"....I am betting we did something that usually occurs in movies..." Checking to see if he had boxers o- okay. No boxers on. Well, grin and bear it.
Pulling down on the back of his pants, he was hoping he wasn't blinding her with Castor butt. "Please tell me that we didn't just LITERALLY brand ourselves while s**t faced. Please tell me I am wrong and you just hit my a** hard or something."
That Castor, he was full of class.

"....********. Me." He pulled his pants back up, wincing as fabric rubbed against raw skin. "<********>" He gave a bitter laugh, flopping onto his side on the bed, giving himself a lovely view of his compatriot. "....I hope this goes away when I power down. Because if it doesn't..." he rolled onto his back. "I am going to get so ******** mocked for getting a tattoo on my a**, from all the guys. Seriously." Moving a bit slowly, he also stood, having a little more balance after puking and walking beforehand. "Babe, if I was Charonite, I wouldn't JUST look. Like I said before, he's an a*****e, but even I have to admit, he picks some of the hottest chicks."

He leaned over a bit, just to 'check'. "...but if he did check you girls out, that would be both creepy, nasty, and many levels of wrong. That aside..." Grabbing the pain relievers, Castor briefly wondered which one had been smart enough to buy them, he chugged two down dry before offering her bottle.
"You remember ANYTHING from last night?"

"Obsidian...goes by Obby...by any chance?" Tasting bile rise in his throat, Castor also could taste the anger on his tongue. "Red hair, carries around an obviously overcompensating wooden sword?" His voice was a bit tart now. "If so...I hope that ******** dies. He's gotten me good a few times...but I'd like to repay the favor someday." Cracking his knuckles, Castor felt a wave of nausea, thankfully, it passed.

"Ngh....singing? I think you're right. Some back water karaoke bar? I wanna say you did a duet with me at one point, but, that might have been some one else...I think you tried playing poker with some biker gang?...ARG!" In an attempt to sit down, Castor jumped back up, causing more nausea and making his new a** tattoo flare up. "Ugh. Let's try to start from the beginning? First thing we did is throw a few punches...then we got..frisky on the rooftop." He smiled a bit, was that where he got the scratch marks along his chest?

"Amen to that plan." Castor joined his negaverse friend on the bed. Sadly, he would have pictured being in bed with a sexy negaverse agent a bit...differently. "..I think I was bawling after we got some booze." When did they get booze? He was sure they went to a bar semi-intoxicated.
"Yeah, we got some drinks, I cried, (seriously, I didn't BAWL like some b***h), and if you ever mention that blunette again I will ******** hunt you down and kill you okay?" His voice went slightly serious before he groaned, grabbing a pillow to prop himself slightly up.

"....Seriously, please don't bring her up." he buried his face into the sheets, which smelt of alcohol and oddly, like dryer lint. "...Do you remember something involving college students? I want to say we ran into some but I'm not sure."

"Oh yeah. And..hey! I remember! You punched me and I DID end up hurling, only, on some fatass, and I think you ripped out his starsteed, but that was okay, he pulled a knife." Castor spoke half assed, almost making his statements as questions.
"After that, you took off your boots and tossed em? I think you made me piggy back you around...Yeah. Something like, that. Because I remember enjoying the feeling of your boobs on my back...Or someone's boobs. I remember feeling up boobs." Rolling over her looked at her chest. "...Hmmm..."

"After the whole starseed thing, I got into a brawl. That part I remember. Because I punished one guy in the face and laughed when he fell onto a guy and ended up looking really gay."

Watching her chug down some more pills prompted Castor to reach out and snatch at them like a child "Shaaarrreeee~" His voice whined.
He was whining. Like a five year old. To a negaverse agent. About pain medicine. Today was the start of an odd day, if that had yet to be established.

"Mmm...We did snag some good booze from the shelf before we left, I remember that much." He noticed a few empty bottles by the door. One was still half full. This was now going to be his secret bottle he was going to sneak into the dorms. Even though he was hungover as he could be, booze was always a good thing to have on hand.

Got negababes naked after all.

Scooting on the bed, he laid his hand on her leg and absentmindedly began to just rub it, not sexually, but more as if attempting to comfort. If she needed it or not, he wasn't sure, but hey, the touch was comforting for him. "Kinda makes you feel a bit like a freak, but at the same time, like a damn demi-god."