Room 417, Thursday late morning/early afternoon
It's a good thing Jaye doesn't have classes on Thursday, or she would have slept right through them. Or one of them. The morning one. Whatever, her brain still isn't caught up after last night.
Surprisingly, she's in her own bed, and not on the floor of the radio room. Someone even left out water for her. That was nice, which pretty much counts out Aeryn and Hermione. Jaye sits up, and ow her head, and drinks about half of it right then before flopping down on the bed again. It's probably a good thing she hasn't checked her messages yet.
Glaring at the stupid sun and the stupid windows that let in stupid light, she mumbles, "I have to stop getting drunk for radio."
[Open for anyone who wants to poke at the hungover girl.]
Surprisingly, she's in her own bed, and not on the floor of the radio room. Someone even left out water for her. That was nice, which pretty much counts out Aeryn and Hermione. Jaye sits up, and ow her head, and drinks about half of it right then before flopping down on the bed again. It's probably a good thing she hasn't checked her messages yet.
Glaring at the stupid sun and the stupid windows that let in stupid light, she mumbles, "I have to stop getting drunk for radio."
[Open for anyone who wants to poke at the hungover girl.]