Room 238, Tuesday morning

[can_be_more]

Aeryn's a little fuzzy on last night, except for that part where she feels terrible. Her head is pounding, and with a groan, she pulls a pillow over her head and hopes it's not really Tuesday and she doesn't have class this morning.

Comments

[whitedeathpod]

John's already up and around so when he hears her groan, he walks over and says, "Feeling bad?"

[can_be_more]

"Never drinking again," she mutters from beneath the pillow. She said that last time. It was almost a year ago, though, so she probably doesn't remember.

[whitedeathpod]

"Want some water?" he asks quietly. He's been hungover, he knows how it goes.

[can_be_more]

She doesn't answer verbally, but reaches her hand out for the glass.

[whitedeathpod]

He grabs the glass from the table, goes into the kitchen and gets a new class of water before coming back and pushing it into her hands.

[can_be_more]

Aeryn pulls the pillow off, sitting up a little in order to drink about half the glass. She tries to hand it back to him, murmuring, "Thank you."

[whitedeathpod]

"Welcome," he says and takes the glass, setting it on the table. "Aspirin?"

[can_be_more]

"Several."

[whitedeathpod]

He laughs a little before heading into the bathroom, grabbing some aspirin and returning to set the pills on the table.

[can_be_more]

She holds her hand out for them. Demanding, huh.

[whitedeathpod]

He smirks at her before dropping the pills into her hand.

[can_be_more]

She swallows them quickly, dropping her head back onto the pillow. "I didn't call you, did I?"

[whitedeathpod]

"Nah," he says, almost sad that he doesn't have a drunk dial message on his phone. "Did you have fun?"

[can_be_more]

Aeryn had told Rory to call him, till she found out what would have been said. "I think? What I remember, anyway."

[whitedeathpod]

"That's good," he says quietly.

[can_be_more]

"Wasn't there to have fun, though," she mumbles.