Week Seventeen - Wednesday Who: Kentucky and Dusty When: Morning Where: Dusty's room, the farm What: Hangover time! Rating: PG13 (for language) Status: Incomplete/Open to anyone near by that wants to jump in
Usually it was when she was asleep that her dreams and nightmares plagued her throughout the night, sometimes Kentucky could never get a good night's sleep because of it all. From her psychology class she remembered it was called post-traumatic stress disorder, reliving traumatic events, but to her it was just taking her sleep away which was annoying whenever her nightmares of that time in her life came up. But that night she had been out cold and didn't experience her usual nightmares of her past thanks to the liquor, so it looked as if it had it's advantage after all. She couldn't remember what kind of alcohol it was, but in these times someone probably made it from scratch. The first things that were to go were probably the alcohol.
With the morning sun coming through a near by window, the glow of it was beginning to bother her eyes making her turn her head to try to escape it, but it was beginning to make her stir anyway. There were rings under her eyes and she appeared a bit paler and half asleep but that was just her after consuming alcohol, sometimes it could turn out bad for her. Kentucky's eyes eventually opened but the light hurt, making her close them again. As her senses began to come back to her despite the slight hangover, she was able to feel the softness of a bed which confused her. The last she remembered, she had been at that park in Sundance but she also noticed a blanket over her when she felt the fabric against her. She still had her shoes on and coat but someone had been nice enough to give her the blanket.
When she had began to sit up she felt terrible, probably looked it too. Her eyes opened again as she was trying to look around, it was a room but she couldn't remember how she'd gotten here in the first place which worried her a little. Her voice was quiet as she spoke some. “Fuckin' idiot, should'a never drank that stuff...”
But as Kentucky's eyes began to get used to the light some, her eyes stayed open but to slits instead of fully opening her eyes. Blinking and also wondering how she got here and as she looked about the room, she began to frown some when she remembered a man with a cowboy hat but it was kind of fuzzy. Sighing heavily to herself she reached behind her head, rubbing the back of her neck as she was trying to make the ache in her body go away. Usually if she drank more alcohol, it could be worse. Least she didn't get taken advantage of. But there was still the question in her mind.
“Where the fuck am I.” Her voice was quiet as her hand came to her head, holding it somewhat, wishing the slight pounding would go away.