who: West and Gillian
what: Waking up, and dealing
where: Gillian's apartment
when: An hour or two after the last thread with them
rating: TBD
status: In Progress
The first thing West felt when he woke up was that there was something wrapped around his forehead. The teen groggily opened his eyes, confused at first at the way the room seemed to be little more than blurs of color at first. Where was he? How'd he get here? The last thing he remembered was the roof, really . . . and why the hell was there something scratchy wrapped around his head? His hand came up to touch what felt like terrycloth, pressed against his head and wrapped all around like a turban; a towel. What the hell? Why am I wearing a towel turba- The thought was cut off when he moved, and the room spun before his eyes as searing pain ripped through his head. Oh, yeah . . . Now he remembered.
A soft groan slipped from him before his back met the couch once more, and he squeezed his eyes shut to fight off the pain and dizziness.
what: Waking up, and dealing
where: Gillian's apartment
when: An hour or two after the last thread with them
rating: TBD
status: In Progress
The first thing West felt when he woke up was that there was something wrapped around his forehead. The teen groggily opened his eyes, confused at first at the way the room seemed to be little more than blurs of color at first. Where was he? How'd he get here? The last thing he remembered was the roof, really . . . and why the hell was there something scratchy wrapped around his head? His hand came up to touch what felt like terrycloth, pressed against his head and wrapped all around like a turban; a towel. What the hell? Why am I wearing a towel turba- The thought was cut off when he moved, and the room spun before his eyes as searing pain ripped through his head. Oh, yeah . . . Now he remembered.
A soft groan slipped from him before his back met the couch once more, and he squeezed his eyes shut to fight off the pain and dizziness.