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, |
Dora groaned softly as he gagged again, taking a series of deep breathes through her mouth to try to control her nausea. "Well at least it has a roof," she muttered to herself. She'd had worse. The gutter was called a gutter for a reason.
She rested her too warm forehead on the back of the toilet, the only place where the cold felt good. It soothed the raging pounding behind her eyes a little. "I'm not sure," she said after a long and miserable moment. She really needed not to do this, even if it had been a long time since her last back slide. "I seem to recall fucking tequila though." She glared at him, though it's usual strength was somewhat mitigated by the fact she felt utterly miserable.
She looked over him, also half naked, and hoped that maybe she hadn't totally fucked up. Not that he would be, just... she hated when she ended up sleeping with a stranger. Hated it so much. And she had a guy she liked. Really liked. She didn't want to ruin that. She tried to subtly adjust her twisted bra to at least be decent.