Characters: Tatiana Wisla and Franziska von Karma
Content: After a night of hard (yet inadvertent) drinking, Tatiana and Franziska wake up in the same bed...
Setting: Tatiana's quarters.
Time: Backdated to the morning after
this thread.
Warnings: Lesbian fail and subtext. Also hangovers.
Tatiana did not want to get out of bed right now. In fact, she was pretty sure she never wanted to get out of bed again. Her head was pounding, and her mouth felt like someone had stuffed it full of cotton. Every sound--and on a ship as large as the Victoria II, there was always some sound--was beating into her head, like it was a drum someone kept pounding on.
She rolled over, curling up in the covers some more, and wished that the world would go vanish for a while. SHe failed entirely to note her bed's other occupant.