7th mojito

[likedollclothes]

[a bit of an audible groan is picked up by the journal and Sam's starting to come to a bit. He's feeling -- oddly relaxed. Like he'd been sleeping for a really, really long time]

Geez, Mikey, you hit like a brick wall.

[a bit of a pause as he looks around, kinda confused]

How long was I out?