Lavender groaned quietly and nodded. "I need to get up and get some..." she admitted, running a hand through her hair. "Maybe in a minute, when the room stops spinning." For a moment she wondered if she was still drunk. That would completely suck.
"I did need someone to take that journal away from me. Michael is probably going to hang me for ripping on them." She didn't even want to think of the details.
When he explained what was wrong she opened her lips to apologize but ended up smiling instead, laughing into her pillow. "I am sorry, Gorgeous. I'd offer to help but..." she licked her lips and covered her eyes. "Well, rules- and I'm really really hung over." She smirked at him and scooted just a little closer. "I'm complimented though," she teased.
"The loo is just through there if you find need of it," she told him in as inapproprieate a manner as possible while firmly trying to stop herself from imagining him. "Or you could stay here." Lavender had no idea where that had come from. She really ought to have apologized but the words just wouldn't come.