Who: Kenzi M and Peter H. What: Hungover at work When: July 2 Where: The White Wyrm Rating: Low probably
It was so not fair. It was like some sort of torture, really. Or a worker's rights violation. Something. Kenzi had partied hard yesterday - all day - and while she had felt great yesterday today she felt like she'd been run over by a truck. She groaned as she walked in hair up, dressed in black, with large sunglasses on. Why she had the morning shift - who the hell drank at 11? Okay, sure, she started at 9 yesterday, but July 2nd was just July 2nd.
She moved around the bar, looking at the empty establishment at the moment, and then with another groan climbed up on the counter and lied down on her back, arm dramatically on her forehead and one leg bent up. "Someone kill me now."