This is why you don't get drunk, Holiday. [Semi-Closed]
Who: Holiday, Six (Xavier and Rex if they feel like poking)
What: Holiday went binge drinking and now she's paying for it. Six, hold her hair.
When: The morning of... the other day. Right after all of this.
Where: Holiday's house- North
Warnings: Everything that comes the hell that is a hangover.
Notes: It might be best if Xavier and Rex make their own threads if they want to join the fun. And there is SO much fun to be had.
Grog. Groggy. Thankful for all the darkness. It was all murky, though. Hard to think.
Something hurts. Head. Ow. Headache. Ow. Oh, God, feeling like something horrible. Did she die again? Was she dead? If not, death sounded pretty awesome right now.
Or maybe a drink. A stiff drink. Yeah... Wait... That sounded... familiar.... So did chocolate. No, wait, birthday cake. Chocolate birthday cake, that's right. And... George?
Oh, God, Head, Ow.
Okay, back to the topic. Who. Is. George. Things were so murky, she couldn't even think straight. Then, little strawberries started bouncing through her head... Chocolaty strawberries, just bouncing... bouncing... swaying... left... right.... up.... and down... left... Oh.
Holiday quickly stiffened, then, registering she was in bed, pulled herself over the side and started heaving.... Thank God for that mysterious trashcan.
Once she was done with that, she gripped the edge of the bed with one and hand and the trashcan with the other. "Oh... God...," she muttered quietly, "Who ran over me?" It felt like it was Optimus, since he was the local big rig.
What: Holiday went binge drinking and now she's paying for it. Six, hold her hair.
When: The morning of... the other day. Right after all of this.
Where: Holiday's house- North
Warnings: Everything that comes the hell that is a hangover.
Notes: It might be best if Xavier and Rex make their own threads if they want to join the fun. And there is SO much fun to be had.
Grog. Groggy. Thankful for all the darkness. It was all murky, though. Hard to think.
Something hurts. Head. Ow. Headache. Ow. Oh, God, feeling like something horrible. Did she die again? Was she dead? If not, death sounded pretty awesome right now.
Or maybe a drink. A stiff drink. Yeah... Wait... That sounded... familiar.... So did chocolate. No, wait, birthday cake. Chocolate birthday cake, that's right. And... George?
Oh, God, Head, Ow.
Okay, back to the topic. Who. Is. George. Things were so murky, she couldn't even think straight. Then, little strawberries started bouncing through her head... Chocolaty strawberries, just bouncing... bouncing... swaying... left... right.... up.... and down... left... Oh.
Holiday quickly stiffened, then, registering she was in bed, pulled herself over the side and started heaving.... Thank God for that mysterious trashcan.
Once she was done with that, she gripped the edge of the bed with one and hand and the trashcan with the other. "Oh... God...," she muttered quietly, "Who ran over me?" It felt like it was Optimus, since he was the local big rig.