[ The combination of excessive
drinking and then having a very disjointed and exhausting
conversation left Heather feeling more than a little under the weather. She curled up in bed, trying to deal with the racket that rings in her ears and something resembling a wicked hang over. She groans at the SFC for a while before speaking. ]
If... someone could bring me about a hundred aspirin, a hot water bottle and... hm, the first three seasons of Buffy on DVD with a TV and a DVD player, then I would actually love them forever.
Also, Dante? You owe me a night out, I literally don't care what you say otherwise. Pay up.
Uh... I think I'm dying.