The movement of water and, well, everything else was still pounding on her ears. She bit her bottom lip tasting blood that wasn't her's. "Matter of opinion," she muttered, her voice rather rough from a lot of things to be perfectly honest. She didn't think she was going to throw up but she didn't want to focus on the feeling of her stomach in case that made her actually desire to. Instead, she asked, "What in the bloody Hell happened?" She honestly couldn't remember anything from the past two night. And the day inbetween.
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