Angelina felt like crap. It wasn't just the hangover, although that did give her a large headache and the need for immense amounts of water. Her right cheek hurt from the punch she'd gotten, her hands were sore from the night before, and her bum hurt from the jail bench.
It didn't help that she was still in her jeans and t-shirt from the night before which she was starting to feel a little suffocated in. She, however, didn't want to get up. Instead she tried to bury her head farther in her pillow.
Until someone started wiggling around beside her. She almost instantly got up screaming because someone was in her bed, but she almost instantly remembered that it was Roger Davies drunk arse. "Stop wiggling around, wanker." She said with a little bit of just woke up venom in her voice and squeezing her eyes shut in case there was light in the room. Light was evil. She also hit him with a small pillow she had handy. Otherwise she didn't make any move to get away from him either.