Waking up in Arwen's house -- or Arwen and Emily's as Gia had begun referring to it if only in her head -- wasn't a new experience for her. Now waking up there with the pangs of a hangover... that was new. Gia rubbed lightly at her tender head as she emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in one of the silk robes that she'd left here one night or the other. Oh, lavender, she did enjoy how she looked in that color. Who else was still here? The redhead tried to remember the end of the previous night and found that she couldn't, not really, she just remembered that there had been drinks and Twister. She'd done quite well at that... was she remembering right that Emily had nearly snapped at one of the girls for falling on top of her in fear that they'd break something? Possibly. Emily could be very protective.
Yawning, Gia made her way into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of juice. Making herself at home wasn't something she'd ever struggled to do where Emily was involved and yes, this was Arwen's house, but Arwen had dragged her over and that was as good as dragging her too. And speaking of Arwen -- a smile lit Gia's face at the whiff of scent she caught coming from the deck. There was the youngest Kavanagh. Juice in hand, the were let herself out and perched lightly on the end of the chair next to her good-as niece. "Good morning, Arwen. Did you sleep well? " Even as she asked, Gia's mind was beginning to flit off; wondering if Arwen would object at all to her setting up an easel out here one day. It would be a beautiful view of the river and she loved just sketching every now and then. "I hope we weren't too loud for you last night."