Room 238, Tuesday morning

[can_be_more]

Aeryn's a little fuzzy on last night, except for that part where she feels terrible. Her head is pounding, and with a groan, she pulls a pillow over her head and hopes it's not really Tuesday and she doesn't have class this morning.

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[whitedeathpod]

John's already up and around so when he hears her groan, he walks over and says, "Feeling bad?"

[can_be_more]

"Never drinking again," she mutters from beneath the pillow. She said that last time. It was almost a year ago, though, so she probably doesn't remember.

[whitedeathpod]

"Want some water?" he asks quietly. He's been hungover, he knows how it goes.

[can_be_more]

She doesn't answer verbally, but reaches her hand out for the glass.