Room 417, sometime around twoish on Sunday

[fates_jaye]

Jaye? Still in bed. And she's not moving anytime soon. Because as much fun as she had last night, and hey, she even met someone awesome out of it even if it does potentially complicate a thing or two, she is never, ever, ever going to be able to drink tequila again.

Maybe she'll move tomorrow.

[So not open.]

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[fates_jaye]

Talk.

[fates_jaye]

Jaye just pulls a pillow over her head. After a minute. Her limbs have joined the hate parade her liver started earlier.

[fates_jaye]

Talk.

[fates_jaye]

Talk.