Pandora Montgomery (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} pandacharms) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
She woke up to the sound of gagging. That in itself was unusual because she always took out her hearing aids before bed, because her ears always hurt later if she didn't. She moaned softly and buried her head in the pillow when light tried to get at her, and curled up because her stomach protested as well as her gag reflex.
Her hands went up to cover her ears, to discover that, yes, they hurt too, but not as bad as everything else currently did. She heard the sound again and her eyes pulled open frantically, darting around to find not the source but the loo. She darted with surprising speed in there to reach the toilet, trying to recall where the fuck she was and why the fuck she was there and who the hell had given her tequila because she seemed to remember there being a promise of no fucking tequila. Her memory was, predictably, spotty, and she hated herself for going on a bender for so stupid a reason as her fucking siblings ignoring her again.
It wasn't until after she was done emptying at least some of what was in her stomach that she realized she didn't have on nearly enough clothing, because the floor was fucking cold and so was the toilet bowl. Her legs curled up protectively.
"Where the bloody hell am I?" Dora asked him in a raspy voice, peering up at him through eyes slitted against the light. Her Scottish accent was in almost full force, her being too hung over for her subconscious to even care about clipping off her words like usual.