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"uhh....ow...." Eiko's eyes open slightly, then slam shut. Someone has equipped this place with too many photons. And a salsa band.
Wait.
That's not a salsa rhythm, that's... yeah. Her heartbeat.
The previous night starts to fill in, slowly, three different stripper bars, drinks in each, laughing and singing and Hips pulling her down from trying to get on stage.
Oh yes, wasn't THAT a party.
At least Hips got her to a decent hotel. These were really top-notch pillows... even if they were... warm... oh boy.
Despite the screaming agony, she opens her eyes to find that she's fallen asleep on the couch of the Mayfair flat, her head....
...on Hips' chest. Oops.
She starts to rouse herself, so she can at least not be horrifically embarassed.
Wait.
That's not a salsa rhythm, that's... yeah. Her heartbeat.
The previous night starts to fill in, slowly, three different stripper bars, drinks in each, laughing and singing and Hips pulling her down from trying to get on stage.
Oh yes, wasn't THAT a party.
At least Hips got her to a decent hotel. These were really top-notch pillows... even if they were... warm... oh boy.
Despite the screaming agony, she opens her eyes to find that she's fallen asleep on the couch of the Mayfair flat, her head....
...on Hips' chest. Oops.
She starts to rouse herself, so she can at least not be horrifically embarassed.