Lia has smoked herself into a relaxed stupor early in the evening, enough to lull her into sleep for once. But it only seemed like moments until she was wrenched awake by the cold stone against her back. Looking up at the sky, she wondered for a moment if this was another fucked up dream, closing her eyes to go back to sleep. Well, until someone stepped on her hair. "Motherfucker!" She yelled out to the startled man, finally pulling herself up and realising that this wasn't a dream..
The fuck was going on now. Giving a frustrated sigh she pulled her arms around herself, annoyed she hadn't been wearing more clothes to bed, but pants felt too constricting... shorts were the only things she could handle.
Walking towards the Leaky she noticed Michael not far from her, giving a nod in his direction. "You didn't take any weird potions again, did you?" She asked with a small smirk.