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fjordicswagger) wrote2015-05-06 12:32 pm
fjordicswagger) wrote2015-05-06 12:32 pm
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74 Godiva Street, Wednesday Morning
Okay, so Death-- sorry, Didi-- might not've been able to get thoroughly tanked, but after a full pitcher of margaritas and then drinks at her place last night, Tamsin had passed out something fierce. Now she was paying for it with a hangover. A massive hangover.
"Ugh," she muttered, after the third time she woke up.
She hit the floor with a thump as she attempted to get out of bed. "Ugh," she repeated. "...Wait, am I still wearing my clothes?"
Yep. Last night's clothes. Ooookay. She clambered up to her feet and stumbled out into the hallway. What had she been doing yesterday night, anyway? She remembered something vaguely about having someone over, but it clearly wasn't for naked reasons. Probably told them to get lost at some point last night.
Right?
[[ for the anthropomorphic representation that did not, in fact, get lost last night. ]]
"Ugh," she muttered, after the third time she woke up.
She hit the floor with a thump as she attempted to get out of bed. "Ugh," she repeated. "...Wait, am I still wearing my clothes?"
Yep. Last night's clothes. Ooookay. She clambered up to her feet and stumbled out into the hallway. What had she been doing yesterday night, anyway? She remembered something vaguely about having someone over, but it clearly wasn't for naked reasons. Probably told them to get lost at some point last night.
Right?
[[ for the anthropomorphic representation that did not, in fact, get lost last night. ]]