Headache's

[elbenji]

Silvia awoke in bed with the sounds of the Earth breaking the inside of her brain. "What hit me last night." Silvia murmured, her hand to her head. Her Aunt and Uncle were out that weekend so she had the place to herself. She remembered faintly that she had sex in the Ladies Bathroom at Rocky's with some Russian softball player-look-alike and had invited her to stay. The rest of it was such a blur.

She was snuggled smoothly under the covers and saw her dress splattered on the floor. Something she had to iron out later that day anyways. Yawning she looked around her room, spinning a bit when she saw her. The Russian girl was sleeping next to her. Well at least that part wasn't a dream. Though she remembered very little other than she just had drunk sex with some random girl in a bar. She hoped to God she didn't get an STD though. She nudged her gently, might as well since she's sleeping there.

Hopefully she wasn't having as bad a hangover as she did or this could get ugly.

[General]

Romeria stood in front of her. Dostya was elated. The two were happy, dancing together, skating in and out of each other's path on the ice. Both in white fur, the onion fortress in the background stark against the snow powdering the ground. Then it went dark. Romeria vanished. Everything was black.

Her eyes opened, slowly, and she felt a slight headache as the memory of the previous night summoned itself up from the void of her brain. She shifted, rolling straight off the bedstead and onto the floor with a whack. Now she stood up, abs slightly toned as she scratched her morning hair. Turning her head, she looked to the shorter, older girl in the room and smiled, wordlessly saying 'good night' as both would surely understand. Yawning, he stretched her long arms out, looking thoroughly ungainly as she sorted herself out, getting into her jeans.

[elbenji]

Silvia bit her lip and let out a small laugh. "You alright there?" She asked, a thread of blond hair falling against her face angelically. Shaking her head she laughed softly as she nodded. "Very nice night." Silvia spoke getting up and going to her closet, putting on a pair of hangover sweats and a snug, too-big-for-her t-shirt. "Do you want some breakfast? I promise nothing runny." Silvia spoke biting her lip, the ringing in her ears was getting worse, almost breaking through her head.

Rough night indeed.

[General]

(sorry for the length between replies. Don't has much time.)

Dostya's instincts almost made her say what passed in Russian for 'meh' before she remembered that she wasn't going to be saying anything until she died. Her face dropped a little as she nodded-she was not a very good morning person, much less after a night of drinking. Her own thoughts seemed ridiculously loud, and when for whatever reason her first liasons with Romeria summoned themselves up from the depths of her memory, the two were indescribably loud. With a mental 'guh', she fell backward onto the bedstead.

Whatever she had drunk last night must have been 200% proof.