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Gabrielle "Elle" Grayson ([personal profile] animalqueen) wrote in [community profile] finalflight 2016-12-15 06:08 am (UTC)

the next morning...

[Morning comes too quickly.

She feels it in her head, first. An acute ache, a terrible sharp pain, and she hasn't even opened her eyes yet. Elle turns on her side, moaning, feeling like death itself.]


What the fuck...

[Why. Why does she feel so awful? She blinks her eyes open, cringing. She's... in her room? How come she doesn't remember how she got here? How come she's not in her PJs?

Groaning again, Elle sits up. She looks around her room, trying to remember, but there's a great blank spot somewhere in-between the end of the fireworks show and her waking up right now. However, she's not stupid. She knows this feeling -- she's not had it too many times in her life, but she recognizes a terrible hangover when she has one.

She drank too much.]


Ugh. Fuck.

[Pulling herself out of bed, she makes her way slowly into the living area. The sun filtering in through the windows make her scowl and squint. Her hair is a mess, her clothes are a little wrinkled from sleeping in them. She feels gross. So gross.]

Someone please kill me. [-she announces. Leeroy looks up at her from the other side of the room, unimpressed.]

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