The Night That Never Happened.
Megolas

Elijah opened his eyes and immediately shut them again. The room appeared to be spinning and at some point last night, he'd won front-row seats to every concert that the brass band in his head were playing at. He groaned and rolled over, eyes shooting open when he collided with warm skin. Warm, sleek, olive skin for that matter.
With a yelp, Elijah back-peddled rapidly and fell out of the bed, landing with a thud on the floor, blankets tangled around his knees. The body on the bed stirred, groaning pathetically as it raised itself up on its elbows and blinked rapidly. Elijah noticed that both he and Orlando were completely and utterly naked as the day they were born.
"Oh.. fuck me." Orlando groaned from the bed and Elijah had to groan back in sympathy from his position on the floor. The was a pause and then Orlando gingerly turned around and stared at him. "Lij? That you?"
"No, it's Dom. What do you think?" came the snappy reply.
Orlando sat upright and clutched his head. "Oh. Christ. Did we...?"
Elijah gathered the blankets up and crawled back on to the bed. "I can't remember.. I don't think so."
"Ah. Fuck. I'm never drinking again." Orlando thumped back down on to the bed and covered his face with his hands.
Elijah had to laugh at the sight of a green tinged Orlando swearing off alcohol. This was the Orlando that could drink just about all of the fellowship, barring Sean Bean, under the table and still be disgustingly perky the following morning. Privately Elijah had some suspicions about the 'vodka' in a few of Orlando's shots but he kept them to himself. Unfortunately, laughing made him aware of the tenderness of his stomach and the urge to go to the bathroom raised its head once more. Standing up, he stared around the room.
"Um. This isn't my house."
"No shit, Sherlock. It's mine."
"Bathroom?"
Orlando pointed in the direction of the door. "Two doors down, on the left. Mind the dodgy cold tap."
"Thanks." Elijah picked his way across the clothing-strewn floor, grabbing his boxers from where they lay in a puddle with someone else's -- Orli's? -- and slipping them on before he left the room.
The floor of the bathroom was tiled and freezing cold against his feet, providing a final wake up call. After communing with nature, Elijah splashed his face with water -- avoiding the cold tap -- and tried to remember the events from the night before. There had been a party at Orlando's. There had been alcohol, obviously, which had lead to the pair of them in bed together at some point. There were far too many blanks in his memories to be comforting.
Coffee. Coffee would be a very good idea Elijah decided, so he navigated his way down the hall towards the living room. The living room was a complete and utter tip - beer cans were scattered around the place, and curled up in a heap on the sofa were Dom and Billy. Dom's arms were around Billy's waist and the pair were fast asleep. Elijah skirted the piles of magazines and other junk and stepped into the kitchen. More beer cans and several glass bottles decorated the surfaces and the sink was full of glasses. They'd had a fun night. Reaching into the sink, Elijah grabbed a mug and rinsed it out before hunting for coffee and the kettle.
Finding both, he set about brewing enough coffee for a small army. Orlando arrived half way through, clad in boxers and with his hair standing on end. Dom and Billy surfaced shortly afterwards and they all took their mugs out on to the balcony and stood around in silence, inhaling coffee.
"So." said Billy with his hair all scuffled up and eyes resembling piss holes in the snow, "Where did you two disappear off to last night?" Orlando cleared his throat. "Um.. ah." Billy carried on regardless, "Actually don't answer that. We could hear you."
Orlando and Elijah exchanged looks, the coffee was helping to clear the alcohol induced mist and Elijah was remembering the feel of Orlando's lips on his own.
And oh.
There had been other stuff but not much, they'd consumed far too much alcohol to stay awake, which was probably a good thing.
"What about you two?"
There was silence and Dom looked up from his mug. "How about we never mention last night again? he said with a grin.
They all nodded and Orlando raised his mug. "I propose a toast. To the night that never happened."
All four mugs clinked together and they grinned at each other. "Same time next week, my place?" said Billy with a smirk.
There were three nods of agreement and Orlando pulled Elijah closer as they headed back inside. "Next time, I won't be so drunk."
His smile sent goosebumps down Elijah's spine. "Next time, neither will I."
Orlando grinned even more. "To next week, then," and drained his mug before vanishing back inside.
Elijah hovered on the balcony for a moment, enjoying the morning sun even though it was playing havoc with the brass band. Next week looked like it was going to be very interesting indeed.

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