Oct 09, 2012 23:26
Olive and Sia's suite, unlike the teenage hedonistic palace it'd played host to last night, was the stuff of housekeeping and motherly nightmares this morning. There were liquor bottles strewn about (some of them fuzzy -- thanks, Cade) and beer bottles and cans alternately stacked neatly in small towers and scattered carelessly.
And much like the bottles, there were people strewn about the suite, some with just as little regard as the bottles. Sometime in the wee hours, after Olive had slipped into her own room and Sia had just given up, those who hadn't found their way back to their own rooms had presumably exhausted themselves and found little nooks and crannies and couches to get a few hours of sleep.
Olive, for her part, stumbled out of her room at sometime when it was still morning, bleary-eyed and a little headachey for non-alcoholic reasons but mostly fine -- and still in her outfit from the night before, it should be noted -- with the intention of getting some water.
She figured that might be a running theme this morning.
[for those who'd like to say they crashed at Olive and Marsie's after the party! up early-early because usual stipulations re: me and daytime SP apply, omg.]
[who] she likes being called that,
[who] my own personal wall-e,
[who] kenzi the klepto,
[who] cactibear,
[who] my bestie the science project,
[where] olive and marsie's swinging pad,
[who] mr. liver damage,
[where] africa