s . orpington (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} zipped) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} valesco, |
"Can't call it a good night if you don't end up in the emergency room, huh?"
Siena's head bobbled to look up at the nurse, whose shit-eating grin made her want to kick out and pierce his skin. She didn't have the motor-function for it, however, and barely managed a glare through her dazed state. Her eyes dropped back down to her lap, getting lost in the sparkles of her dress, remembering how pretty she thought she'd looked, she hadn't felt so pretty in a while, it was...
"I can give you a sobering up potion if you---"
"I'm not----drunk."
She could feel his suspicious glance and Siena pulled her gaze back up. Hunched over with only one shoe on, her words must be hard to take seriously, but she shook her head with as much determination as she could muster. Which caused what felt like all of her brains and thoughts to swish and muddle around, and she winced.
"Sure you're not."
"I only had..." Siena narrowed her eyes, not noticing how she'd begun to teeter to the side. No, she'd only had...she couldn't be drunk. She didn't do that anymore, she was not drunk. "I'm not."
"Right, and I'm the minister of bloody magic."
"Millicent Bagnold has bigger balls than you!" Siena managed to snap, reaching a hand out to whack the charts from the nurse's hand and to the ground, scattering whatever parchment he'd had all over. "Get me a---real healer! Now!"