Joanie Wicker | The Wicked Witch of the West (wickedwicker) wrote in bellumlogs, @ 2010-07-12 12:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | shere khan, wicked witch |
Who: Sam and Joanie
What: Hanging out
Where: 904
When: Sunday after Fail!Moon, around 8 o'clock
Warnings: PG-style swearing, discussion of drunken texts, and general tomfoolery.
The morning after the Full Moon that Failed, Joanie realized two things. First thing: drinking water while drinking alcohol did ease the hangover. Second thing: she should be barred from her cell phone when she was drunk. Her headache was more like a mild buzz in her head, making her feel groggy as opposed to in horrific pain. But even through the fog of the morning after, she could read over the series of texts she had sent Sam while thoroughly intoxicated and feel the intense embarrassment that usually followed when you realized you had told your new boyfriend the color of your undergarments.
Despite a childish desire to just hide under her bed and never have to face him again, Joanie forced herself to go see him that night. At eight o'clock, she walked the two flights of stairs up to the ninth floor, stopping outside 904 with butterflies in her stomach. For a moment, she just stood there, fidgeting nervously. She tugged at the cuffs of her long-sleeved shirt, pulling them self-consciously over the backs of her hands. Though her face was itchy, she kept herself from scratching at it lest she dislodge the layer of makeup she had spread over her bruises. It was terrible, feeling broken like this. But before long, she would heal, and things would go back to normal.
Clearing her throat, she reached up with one hand and rapped smartly on the door. Once finished, she pulled back and waited quietly for him to answer.