[Frank] Hangover Day
Who: Frank
When: Day 39, Morning
Where: Camp Crash II, beach
Invited: Anyone
Status: Incomplete
Frank didn't make it back to his tent last night. Why he built the thing, he's even wondering about. The alcohol was flowing so much last night that Frank even line danced... that memory is one he'd rather block out, thanks for asking. What in the world had he been thinking?
Frank woke out on the beach, pretty much in the same spot where he had collapsed in an alcohol induced near coma. He groaned as the light hit his eyes and brought a hand up to cover them. Once his eyes adjusted somewhat he looked down to find that he was fully clothed... 'Damn, get piss drunk, wake up on a beach, and you're still clothed with no hot chick curled up beside you... You are so slipping Frank.'
Frank let out another groan as he sat up, trying to quite the marachi band in his head, "Oh yeah... Hangover Day." See Frank swore he only got one day off... Saturday. Sunday was hangover day, which didn't count in his mind. "Okay Frankie boy, time to face the day. You can do this." Sadly, no he couldn't. Frank's attempts at getting to his feet met with remarkable failure. Between his own injuries, which were not helped by sleeping on the ground out in the open, and his hangover he wasn't going anywhere on his own power for a time. Finally giving up Frank let out a sigh, "Well, at least the scenery is nice."
When: Day 39, Morning
Where: Camp Crash II, beach
Invited: Anyone
Status: Incomplete
Frank didn't make it back to his tent last night. Why he built the thing, he's even wondering about. The alcohol was flowing so much last night that Frank even line danced... that memory is one he'd rather block out, thanks for asking. What in the world had he been thinking?
Frank woke out on the beach, pretty much in the same spot where he had collapsed in an alcohol induced near coma. He groaned as the light hit his eyes and brought a hand up to cover them. Once his eyes adjusted somewhat he looked down to find that he was fully clothed... 'Damn, get piss drunk, wake up on a beach, and you're still clothed with no hot chick curled up beside you... You are so slipping Frank.'
Frank let out another groan as he sat up, trying to quite the marachi band in his head, "Oh yeah... Hangover Day." See Frank swore he only got one day off... Saturday. Sunday was hangover day, which didn't count in his mind. "Okay Frankie boy, time to face the day. You can do this." Sadly, no he couldn't. Frank's attempts at getting to his feet met with remarkable failure. Between his own injuries, which were not helped by sleeping on the ground out in the open, and his hangover he wasn't going anywhere on his own power for a time. Finally giving up Frank let out a sigh, "Well, at least the scenery is nice."