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I've got the worst hangover ever. [Complete]
Characters: Dante & B. Jenet
Content: The aftermath of last night's little alcohol-filled gathering.
Setting: Joutenheim's Actua Are [N9]
Time: Saturday, Mid-Afternoon
Warnings: Language
It would be night in a couple of more hours, but Jenet was still knocked out from last night's crazy party. She laid relatively motionless in her bed, arm placed over her eyes, effectively keeping the sunlight that was coming in through the room's only window from hitting her eyes.
But by now, the effects of the alcohol had at least dwindled down enough for her to regain consciousness. Jenet slowly opened her eyes, but rapidly closed them again. Since when did the sun get so damn bright?
Groaning some more, she placed a hand over face and let out as many curse words she knew.
Jenet laid in her bed for a couple of more minutes, trying to get her bearings straight. Of course, the throbbing headache she had right now wasn't making it any easier for her. After more cursing and failed attempts at falling back asleep, Jenet dragged herself out of bed to close that damn window. The darkened room was much better for her eyes but did little for her headache...
And to make things worse, the bed seemed so much farther away than before. Hell.
Lucky for her, there was a chair nearby. Sitting on it, her thoughts went back to last night. At least, she would've attempted to do that if she wasn't so damn hungover. But hey, a hangover this bad meant that it must've been one crazy party, with lots and lots of alcohol.
"Well... at least I got drunk off my arse, and I somehow managed to get back to my room in Muspel...whatever." She attempted to laugh, but it only made her headache worse. "Goddamn it, my head's killing me. What I wouldn't give for some aspirin, and a pack of ice."
Content: The aftermath of last night's little alcohol-filled gathering.
Setting: Joutenheim's Actua Are [N9]
Time: Saturday, Mid-Afternoon
Warnings: Language
It would be night in a couple of more hours, but Jenet was still knocked out from last night's crazy party. She laid relatively motionless in her bed, arm placed over her eyes, effectively keeping the sunlight that was coming in through the room's only window from hitting her eyes.
But by now, the effects of the alcohol had at least dwindled down enough for her to regain consciousness. Jenet slowly opened her eyes, but rapidly closed them again. Since when did the sun get so damn bright?
Groaning some more, she placed a hand over face and let out as many curse words she knew.
Jenet laid in her bed for a couple of more minutes, trying to get her bearings straight. Of course, the throbbing headache she had right now wasn't making it any easier for her. After more cursing and failed attempts at falling back asleep, Jenet dragged herself out of bed to close that damn window. The darkened room was much better for her eyes but did little for her headache...
And to make things worse, the bed seemed so much farther away than before. Hell.
Lucky for her, there was a chair nearby. Sitting on it, her thoughts went back to last night. At least, she would've attempted to do that if she wasn't so damn hungover. But hey, a hangover this bad meant that it must've been one crazy party, with lots and lots of alcohol.
"Well... at least I got drunk off my arse, and I somehow managed to get back to my room in Muspel...whatever." She attempted to laugh, but it only made her headache worse. "Goddamn it, my head's killing me. What I wouldn't give for some aspirin, and a pack of ice."
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Dante scooched over so Jenet could ease into bed comfortably. Heh. In bed with a hot chick yet again! And this time he could remember it. Maybe. With the freight train-powered hangover running him down constantly, he’d be lucky if later on he could remember his own damn name.
“Fine. I’m not in the mood for talking right now anyway,” Dante replied, pillow still over his face, muffling everything he said. It was nice and dark under there anyway. Kinda nice if not for the hangover.
He had to have another Green Dragon
or fivebefore he left this place. Just to see if they had the same impact on him. For science, of course. The hangover made the sanity of his idea questionable, but man. It had to have been a wild ride. Next time, there would be a few Green Dragons with Lady’s name on ‘em.For now, though, darkness prevailed. Dante passed out once again.