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Room 317- Wednesday morning
May. 29th, 2013 05:39 amDrinking a little at a party had been one thing. In fact, Sia hadn't even finished a glass because there were so few things in that game that she'd done. So last night's gremlin-fueled bender was something completely new.
She remembered being horrifyingly obnoxious, and there being karaoke. And then dragging her double into more karaoke while trying to flirt Atton into karaoke. It'd really just been a whole karaoke thing. She remembered talking to Jessica and then after that everything got fuzzy, which was a nice way of saying she didn't remember any of it. The next thing she knew, she woke up in a chair in the third floor common room because apparently dragging herself a few feet down the hall was too much work, she had no idea where that cowboy hat had gotten to, and she had the worst hangover of her life. True, it was also her first hangover, but there was no kriffing way she was ever doing this again.
Also, she couldn't figure out why her back hurt. Finally, after a shower and some aspirin to try and dull the headache that wasn't going to go away maybe ever, she got to the mirror to pull up her shirt and look.
And saw the tattoo. Actually, as these things went, seeing the symbol of the Fel Empire wasn't a bad thing. The same could not be said about the "yolt" inked underneath it.
If anyone needed Sia, she'd be in her room with a sign on the closed door reading "IT WAS A GREMLIN" (it saved time) while she looked up tattoo removal services in the area.
[I just knocked six off the list yesterday. Door closed, post open, usual potential SP depending on work!]
She remembered being horrifyingly obnoxious, and there being karaoke. And then dragging her double into more karaoke while trying to flirt Atton into karaoke. It'd really just been a whole karaoke thing. She remembered talking to Jessica and then after that everything got fuzzy, which was a nice way of saying she didn't remember any of it. The next thing she knew, she woke up in a chair in the third floor common room because apparently dragging herself a few feet down the hall was too much work, she had no idea where that cowboy hat had gotten to, and she had the worst hangover of her life. True, it was also her first hangover, but there was no kriffing way she was ever doing this again.
Also, she couldn't figure out why her back hurt. Finally, after a shower and some aspirin to try and dull the headache that wasn't going to go away maybe ever, she got to the mirror to pull up her shirt and look.
And saw the tattoo. Actually, as these things went, seeing the symbol of the Fel Empire wasn't a bad thing. The same could not be said about the "yolt" inked underneath it.
If anyone needed Sia, she'd be in her room with a sign on the closed door reading "IT WAS A GREMLIN" (it saved time) while she looked up tattoo removal services in the area.
[I just knocked six off the list yesterday. Door closed, post open, usual potential SP depending on work!]
