Somewhere in the Vegas wing~
[It's not the daylight that wakes her up, nor the pounding headache that she's now feeling upon waking, but now that she's awake she can see that blinking red light.
On. Off. On. Off. On. Off.
Mattias groans softly and puts a hand to her eye, covering it from the offending torture device, that's what it was surely. Why else create something like that if you weren't going to harass those with a hangover for drinking in the first place.
Drinking?
She froze, eyes wide open at that blinking light, that was not a very good thing to be doing right now. Why the hell had she gone drinking when she knew...
And then the familiar roll started making itself known, leaving her scrambling out of bed - and briefly fighting to free her (for some reason) loose hair - for the bathroom, barely noticing the layout of the room was wrong. Then she was too busy pulling her hair away from her face to revisit what had gone down last night, right hand feeling awkward in its movements, heavier than normal.]
On. Off. On. Off. On. Off.
Mattias groans softly and puts a hand to her eye, covering it from the offending torture device, that's what it was surely. Why else create something like that if you weren't going to harass those with a hangover for drinking in the first place.
Drinking?
She froze, eyes wide open at that blinking light, that was not a very good thing to be doing right now. Why the hell had she gone drinking when she knew...
And then the familiar roll started making itself known, leaving her scrambling out of bed - and briefly fighting to free her (for some reason) loose hair - for the bathroom, barely noticing the layout of the room was wrong. Then she was too busy pulling her hair away from her face to revisit what had gone down last night, right hand feeling awkward in its movements, heavier than normal.]