A college in Portland, WA: Sometime Friday
Mercy woke up with a ridiculously bad hangover after a night out drinking with her two college roommates. She groaned as she rolled over in bed and got a blast of sunlight right in the face. She'd never drunk so much in her life.
She gently rubbed at her face, trying to remember just how they'd made it back to their dorm room. And then she got a flash of memory from the night before.
"Oh yeah," she said, giggling as she took another sip of whatever this deliciously fruity drink was. "I can totally talk to ghosts. Some of them don't talk much or at all, but I can always see them and sometimes they talk to me."
Her friends looked at her skeptically. "Come on, Mercy," Amber said. "Seriously? You talk to ghosts?"
Mercy nodded. "Uh huh. Seriously. And hey, did I ever tell you guys how I was raised with werewolves? Way up north, so they could go about their business without having to worry too much about regular humans."
Both of the other girls laughed now. "You are sooooo drunk!"
Her eyes went wide in horror at the memory. It was one thing to talk about that stuff back in Fandom, but here... Loose lips could get people killed. Not just her, but anyone she might talk to who believed her and started making a fuss. Hopefully, they'd really thought she was just drunk off her skull and making up crazy things.
She sat up and dropped back down to the bed again as her head threatened to explode. She was never drinking again. Besides the pain, she just couldn't risk giving away any secrets.
[Open if anyone wants to call or anything.]
She gently rubbed at her face, trying to remember just how they'd made it back to their dorm room. And then she got a flash of memory from the night before.
"Oh yeah," she said, giggling as she took another sip of whatever this deliciously fruity drink was. "I can totally talk to ghosts. Some of them don't talk much or at all, but I can always see them and sometimes they talk to me."
Her friends looked at her skeptically. "Come on, Mercy," Amber said. "Seriously? You talk to ghosts?"
Mercy nodded. "Uh huh. Seriously. And hey, did I ever tell you guys how I was raised with werewolves? Way up north, so they could go about their business without having to worry too much about regular humans."
Both of the other girls laughed now. "You are sooooo drunk!"
Her eyes went wide in horror at the memory. It was one thing to talk about that stuff back in Fandom, but here... Loose lips could get people killed. Not just her, but anyone she might talk to who believed her and started making a fuss. Hopefully, they'd really thought she was just drunk off her skull and making up crazy things.
She sat up and dropped back down to the bed again as her head threatened to explode. She was never drinking again. Besides the pain, she just couldn't risk giving away any secrets.
[Open if anyone wants to call or anything.]