Ari almost asked - And if we were sober? - but thought better of it. She might have been somewhat jesting when discussing her vanity, but she didn't think she really wanted to know the answer. "'Night," she said instead, and closed her eyes.
***
She woke up the next morning feeling mildly better than dead. Her stomach rolled, and she seriously contemplated crawling to the bathroom to throw up. Cracking her eyes open with a groan - closed curtains, thank Faram - she noticed a glass of water on her bedside table, along with a small bottle of what was very clearly pain medication.
It took a few moments of struggling with the blanket before she could prop herself up and avail herself of the unexpected bounty. Having gulped down the medicine and the majority of the water, she realized there was also a torn scrap of paper lying where the glass had stood. Squinting, she brought it close to her face, the squiggles on it swimming in her vision before finally forming words.
Some of us have to work in the morning. - Aspel
Her head was pounding and her mouth was still dry, but she couldn't help a bit of a smile.