Recovery (tag: Thoth, open to Egyptians & everybody else)
(Note: Because Thoth likes everybody, anybody that he'd collected on his way out of the party would be welcome in his London home, along with Bast.)
There was light.
Why was there light?
There should not be light. Of any kind. Anywhere. Ever again.
Bast tried to pull one of her pillows over her head to block out the offending brightness, but her questing fingers found nothing to grasp. Despite her loathing of the light, she cracked one eyelid just enough to look for what was missing. There were no pillows in front of her, like there should be. Actually, the sheets were the wrong color too. And why had her bed been turned sideways so that it was in the path of the sunlight coming through that window?
Wait. She didn't have a window on that side of her room. Did she?
Reluctantly, Bast lifted her head off the pillow and opened both eyes. This was not her room. She tried to recall if she'd gone home from the mixer with somebody, but Bast didn't think so. Not only because she couldn't remember it, but the other side of the bed didn't seem to have been disturbed. And the room seemed weirdly familiar. Where was she?
Bast rolled to the side, nearly rolling out of the bed. She caught herself at the last minute, then groaned at the pain the sudden movement caused in her head. Apparently she'd had a lot to drink last night. She remembered goodly amount of kissing, a bunch of dancing, some teasing with Anubis, and lots of those little umbrella drinks. A glance down showed that she'd lost her bikini top somewhere along the way.
It must have been a good party.
It took several minutes to get herself upright, sitting on the edge of her borrowed bed. Digging through the bedding, she pulled off the tangled sheet and wrapped it around herself like a sarong. Wherever she was, Bast figured it was probably not the best idea to run around in nothing but bikini bottoms. At least until she knew who her host was. And whoever he was, he better have some aspirin, because her head was killing her.
Barefoot, she padded slowly down the hall, taking great care not to jostle her head too much. It wasn't until she drew near the study, a room she'd been in many, many times before, that she knew where she was. Well. Thoth would definitely know how to get rid of a headache. He was the smartest person she'd ever met.