liriael (liriael) wrote in thegalaxy, @ 2016-03-08 11:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | caine wise, liriael d'lander |
Who: Liriael and Caine
What: Aftermath of a drinking binge (meme prompt!)
Where: On the Vagabond
When: After this talk
Rating: PG for possible swears
The blessed darkness inside her quarters on the Vagabond was broken by a sliver of slightly brighter darkness, but that was enough to make Liri groan in protest. Recollection was coming back piecemeal; well, she was aware that she was lying face down in her bed, there was that. She couldn't tell if the ship was moving, but it sure felt like it, and she made a muffled protest along the lines of who is flying my ship to whatever entity was close by. Shifting, she untangled her legs, tried to kick off one boot before she realized that her boots were gone. Alright, so either they were stolen, or someone had removed them for her. At least she was still dressed, which was great because the ship was relatively cool, given the warmth of Naboo at that time of year.
Her head felt like someone had shoved rocks into it. Slowly, very slowly, she opened her eyes enough to peer around; yes, her quarters on the Vagabond. And Caine. Oh, there we go, memory spool. Liri, when someone says they cannot get drunk, don't try and prove them wrong.
Dropping her face down into the pillow again, she muttered, the sound obstructed by the fabric, "K, what'd I spill.."