Dorcas didn't remember much about last night once she'd actually left the gala, though she must have enjoyed herself as she still felt somewhat intoxicated. The start of what promised to be a horrible headache & her stomach trying to turn itself inside out was evident, though she did nothing more than choke down a nausea-suppressing potion on the way out the door. She'd grab a Sunday drink in the hopes the hair of the dog could save her.
How exactly this tradition had started was forgotten to Dorcas, though she would attest that she liked it better now that said brunches didn't double as an informal mission debriefing. That was never fun when you were barely lucid, as she very much was now. Marlene's question was replied to with a grunt as Dorcas sat across from her, scowling behind from behind her own sunglasses. "Not enough to be up at this hour."
When the bubbly waitress came by moments later, Dorcas ordered a cup of black coffee and a bloody mary as a nutritious start to her day. Once it was only them, she let out a long-suffering sigh. "The next time one of these comes around, please remind me to simply burn the invitation."