She blinked but otherwise didn't move. It was dark in the room and she was on- a couch, if felt like, but not her couch. She didn't see Jacques around either... Slowly she opened her eyes wider but stayed still. She vaguely recognised where she was but it took her sitting up to fully get it. Charlie's living room. But how had she gotten here? And why did her head- ugh that hurt bad...
She stood and waivered a little, the feeling forgein to her, but not entirely. This wasn't good. Slowly and as quietly as she could she went to the kitchen and got herself some water. After the first glass she began to remember the events of the night. As if in a fuzzy backwards progression she recalled Kalev's taunting just before things went black (though she couldn't recall precisely what was said or what she was drinking), she remembered that it tasted awful though- strong too. She remembered showing up at Charlie's. Wandering the streets. Feeling grateful toward Kalev- what?! and then it hit her. Her stomach rolled as the scene replayed across her memory. She crossed her arms in front of her and finished the water quickly. Sighing she got herself another glass, hoping to fiht off the hang over that was coming- likely worse than she had it.
Once the water was gone she rubbed her arms and looked down at her robes. Everything seemed to be fine, yet she couldn't resign herself to going back to the couch. Slowly she made her way to the spare bedroom. The door was closed and she frowned. Kalev must have stayed as well. Biting her lip she turned to go back to the couch but was arrested with a desire to be near to him- strange as that was.
Lightly she knocked on his door, hoping she wasn't making a huge mistake.