Angelina knew where Alicia was the second she said 'in here'. The tub, of course. It was a usual for someone to end up in the tub. The bathroom was where the toilet was, and after stomach contents were empty, the bathtub looked like a pretty comfy bed. Angelina had woken up in one more than once.
Ang struggled to her feet only to find her balance was way off. She tripped over her own feet and her hands slammed into the coffee table, sending a wave of bottles flying to the floor. The eruption of noise made Ang burst out in laughter, and she sunk back down to the floor. Alright, so walking was out. Turning her body, Ang began to crawl towards the bathroom.
At the mention of clothes, Angelina froze. She looked down at herself and gasped. "Merlin's fuck--dammit where are my pants?" Angelina still wore a tank top, bra, and knickers... but no pants. Ang looked down at her hands and sighed. "I think I have like, twenty different stamps on my hand."