Katya woke with a start and a gasp, bolting upright before groaning and flopping back into bed with a muttered expletive in Russian. "What a nightmare," she grumbled, flopping over and punching her pillow in preparation of going back to sleep. Last time she drank tequila right before bed. She knew better. And while normally she might be waking up to work out, she hadn't been in bed all that long and was even possibly still drunk from earlier.
After a few minutes of tossing, however, she realized she wouldn't be falling back to sleep all that quickly. The dream had been too weird; she'd been a maid at the hotel, and instead of being pissed that she'd ended up in a shitty job, she'd been fucking ecstatic. All she wanted to do was help the poor fuckers that had been in her place, do good work. She'd been proud of how crisp the goddamn linens were, for Christ's sake.
There was really only one solution, and that was to drink until she could fall asleep again. Katya threw on some fuzzy boot slippers over her pajamas and grabbed the nearly full bottle of Stoli she'd brought back to her room. There was a lounge area down the hall from her room; she could sit, drink, maybe watch the sun rise, and she'd still be close enough to collapse in bed when the time was right.
Shuffling out to the lounge, she flopped loosely onto a chair and took a long swig from the bottle before realizing she wasn't alone. "Morning," she said, kicking her feet up onto the low table in front of her before offering him the bottle.