Ileana was hoping the headaches were going to be leading to a swift death instead of more "group bonding". Swift death sounded awesome right now in comparison to how hard her head was pounding. She had buried her face in her pillow and saw a flash of light behind her eyes as she had drifted close to sleep.
Instead of her bed, she was standing in the midst of a smoky room with people bustling around her, loud and laughing. She looked down at herself in bafflement at her evening gown in tulle and gold with silver beading. She even was wearing long strings of pearls around her neck and clutching a coat ticket in her hand. "Jesus Christ," she muttered and heard a gleeful giggle from her own mind. You should find someone, Vasilissa was loud in her head for once.
Ileana pushed the voice down, squashing it back and looked around for some familiar face. Spotting Cole, she pushed her way through the crowd and to him, "Cole, what the fuck is going on?"