Ninety-fifth Mission [Closed Commentlog]
[Jak wakes groggily, still sprawled on his back with his legs hanging over the edge of the bed. His arm's numb from being draped over his face all night and his stomach's doing cartwheels, not to mention the fact that the room is still spinning and there's a hellcat backfiring in his head.
He squints as he assesses. More hungover than drunk. That's something at least.
Sitting up slowly, he puts his head in his hand, shaking out his other arm to get some feeling into it. Now to remember what the hell actually happened. Drinking was one thing, getting so blind drunk he doesn't remember what happened the night before is something else entirely and not really something that happens too often.
He must have had a terrible and irresponsible good reason for it.]
(( OOC: backdated to the morning after this log ))
He squints as he assesses. More hungover than drunk. That's something at least.
Sitting up slowly, he puts his head in his hand, shaking out his other arm to get some feeling into it. Now to remember what the hell actually happened. Drinking was one thing, getting so blind drunk he doesn't remember what happened the night before is something else entirely and not really something that happens too often.
He must have had a terrible and irresponsible good reason for it.]
(( OOC: backdated to the morning after this log ))