[Closed // In-Progress]
Who: seeing_within & my_metallicar
When: A few hours after this.
Where: Cabin A, Room 2
Rating: PG, more than likely
Summary: Way too much punch, oh my.
It was the hum of the central air conditioning that brought Sitara from her deep sleep. Well, that and the rather heavy weight slung across her hip, keeping her from turning over or even moving.
She opened bleary green eyes and blinked several times, trying to clear her vision. Instead of the meticulous neatness of her own room, a random mess greeted her fuzzy sight, accentuated by empty soda and beer bottles strewn over the floor, snack wrappers and empty chip bags littering the floor and dresser.
It was about then that Sitara realized she wasn't in her own room and at that moment, memory came flooding back in a scalding wave. She shrieked and bolted upright, clutching the wrinkled sheet to her chest, then groaned and flopped back as her head violently protested the abuse and began to throb like a warhammer, setting her brain to pounding.
Oh, by the Na'ar...just let me die, please! I'll never touch punch again, I promise!
When: A few hours after this.
Where: Cabin A, Room 2
Rating: PG, more than likely
Summary: Way too much punch, oh my.
It was the hum of the central air conditioning that brought Sitara from her deep sleep. Well, that and the rather heavy weight slung across her hip, keeping her from turning over or even moving.
She opened bleary green eyes and blinked several times, trying to clear her vision. Instead of the meticulous neatness of her own room, a random mess greeted her fuzzy sight, accentuated by empty soda and beer bottles strewn over the floor, snack wrappers and empty chip bags littering the floor and dresser.
It was about then that Sitara realized she wasn't in her own room and at that moment, memory came flooding back in a scalding wave. She shrieked and bolted upright, clutching the wrinkled sheet to her chest, then groaned and flopped back as her head violently protested the abuse and began to throb like a warhammer, setting her brain to pounding.
Oh, by the Na'ar...just let me die, please! I'll never touch punch again, I promise!