Post by InTheDappledRain on Jul 27, 2017 9:57:27 GMT -6
The sounds of birds chirping in the back yard could be heard burbling through the slightly open windows as the early morning sun streamed through the mostly blacked-out curtains in Asalah's room. Something was off about everything as the mare groggily came to her senses. Her head was pounding... more so than it usually did after a long night of drinking.
Snorting slightly, she shifted herself upwards, eyes blinking slowly as she tried to fight past the terrible hangover she was experiencing.
Odd. She didn't remember getting home last night.
The thought didn't register fully as she opened and closed her mouth a few times. What had happened? The feeling of cotton in her mouth was almost too much, the feeling of fuzziness on her tongue all too familiar as she continued to force past her clouded thoughts. She felt like she was drowning as blurred memories came to her in passing. Most of them involved cards or the multitude of glasses that had piled up beside her. Her last clear memory had been her sitting at the blackjack table... Airita beside her speaking to the dealer while Evalynn had brought them all yet another round of drinks.
Was this what it was like to be black out drunk? If that was the case, she never wanted to do anything so stupid again. There was something about not knowing what happened that panicked her... Though... she admittedly as a pretty easily panicked horse.
For a moment she debated on getting out of her very comfortable bed, but decided against it as she realized just how much her legs felt like noodles. Even though she had a stash of herbs that she kept in the kitchen that could at the very least take out her migraine...
She shook her head, remembering that the cotton mouth was going to be a chore in itself... with a frown, she went to flip over, a disgruntled and angry grunt escaping her lips.
That was when her mind registered that she was, by no means, the only horse in her bed. Panic once again surged through her like lightning, forcing her to jerk upwards a little too quickly. She groaned in pain, the sudden movement forcing her to close her eyes tightly.
The last thing she wanted to deal with was Ragnarok, as the events from the night prior had been in retaliation to something he had done...
Yet, as she opened her eyes again... she realized that the horse beside her was distinctively lacking a black coat.
Snorting slightly, she shifted herself upwards, eyes blinking slowly as she tried to fight past the terrible hangover she was experiencing.
Odd. She didn't remember getting home last night.
The thought didn't register fully as she opened and closed her mouth a few times. What had happened? The feeling of cotton in her mouth was almost too much, the feeling of fuzziness on her tongue all too familiar as she continued to force past her clouded thoughts. She felt like she was drowning as blurred memories came to her in passing. Most of them involved cards or the multitude of glasses that had piled up beside her. Her last clear memory had been her sitting at the blackjack table... Airita beside her speaking to the dealer while Evalynn had brought them all yet another round of drinks.
Was this what it was like to be black out drunk? If that was the case, she never wanted to do anything so stupid again. There was something about not knowing what happened that panicked her... Though... she admittedly as a pretty easily panicked horse.
For a moment she debated on getting out of her very comfortable bed, but decided against it as she realized just how much her legs felt like noodles. Even though she had a stash of herbs that she kept in the kitchen that could at the very least take out her migraine...
She shook her head, remembering that the cotton mouth was going to be a chore in itself... with a frown, she went to flip over, a disgruntled and angry grunt escaping her lips.
That was when her mind registered that she was, by no means, the only horse in her bed. Panic once again surged through her like lightning, forcing her to jerk upwards a little too quickly. She groaned in pain, the sudden movement forcing her to close her eyes tightly.
The last thing she wanted to deal with was Ragnarok, as the events from the night prior had been in retaliation to something he had done...
Yet, as she opened her eyes again... she realized that the horse beside her was distinctively lacking a black coat.
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