Who: Bonnie and Damon wantstobehated What: Morning hangover Where: Their place When: The morning after Bonnie's massive roll call post Warnings: TBD Status: Closed; Ongoing
Bonnie wasn't a big drinker by any means but the night before she'd felt the need to heavily medicate herself in the form of bourbon. When she'd made the post on the network she hadn't expected for so many people to respond, and so many multiples of the same people. For one, it was difficult to adjust to being in a town full of actual people when she'd been isolated for so long. For another, it was even more difficult when she had total strangers acting like they knew who she was. The entire business with multiple words and alternate realities being far more than she wanted to think about or even deal with. Naturally the bourbon had helped, though it hadn't stopped her from continuing to talk to people, possibly enabling her in making a complete and utter fool of herself.
In the harsh light of day she'd probably regret having her phone in hand while drunk, just like she was currently regretting having drank at all when she woke up on the couch downstairs, bleary eyed and with a pounding head. A sick feeling in her stomach as she groaned and swore she'd never touch another glass of anything ever again. At least she hadn't thrown up - or maybe she had and simply had blocked out the memory of it. Gingerly she sat up, taking a moment to further regret her life decisions before standing and making her way to the kitchen for a glass of water, hoping that she could manage to get one and disappear upstairs and crawl in bed before crossing paths with Damon.