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Phoenix Wright ([personal profile] wright_idea) wrote2007-01-16 08:50 am

Aftermath of a bad idea (nsfw elements)

((WARNING: This plotline has "trigger" elements (noncon). Read at your own discretion.))

The first thing he notices upon waking is the headache. It's a familiar headache he's had many a time after a night of heavy drinking, so it's not disturbing for him in the slightest.

What IS disturbing is that, upon opening his eyes a little further, he doesn't recognize the room.

His eyes shoot open, and he regrets this immediately as the headache surges in intensity for a bit. He tries to mentally recreate what exactly happened last night. He was dusting, there was a few drinks, and... and what? His headache makes it hard to concentrate.

He turns over and freezes. Li. Li is next to him in the bed.

He practically leaps out of the bed, a cavalcade of emotions shooting through him -- shock, disgust, horror. Did he do this while drunk? Oh God, what if he's found out? He could be guilty of statutory rape, could be disbarred, and Maya and Mia would CERTAINLY never look at him the same...

And then he sees his tie looped over the headstand, and the rest of the evening comes with a rush. A rush of anger.

He... he got me drunk, and then he... oh my God...

He feels ill. And betrayed. And guilty as well, though the anger of recollection diminishes this emotion to a fine point.

His first step is to find a bathroom. It takes him a bit, what with the disorientation, but once he realizes they're still in the Sanctuary (and this makes sense, considering Li lives there now), he finds it pretty quickly, and the little contents of his stomach are quickly evacuated into the toilet. Once that unpleasant experience is over with, he heads back to the room and begins dressing.

He doesn't want to wake Li. Doesn't even really want to talk to him. How could he do this?

[identity profile] clever--fool.livejournal.com 2007-01-16 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
It did hurt. But, it didn't matter now. Li sat for a very long time, just contemplating that last, parting thought.

Until he found himself agreeing with it.