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wrongkindofsith) wrote2012-04-04 11:53 pm
wrongkindofsith) wrote2012-04-04 11:53 pm
Room 418, Early Wednesday Morning
Right now Cara was discovering why consuming most of a bottle of tequila in one sitting was not the best idea, no matter how much emotional anaesthetic you needed.
She rubbed her temples as she waited for her stomach to settle, the throbbing in her hand providing a counterpoint to the one in her head, and avoided looking anything, but especially the wall. She'd get a hanging, or something after classes.
[Closed door, open post.]
She rubbed her temples as she waited for her stomach to settle, the throbbing in her hand providing a counterpoint to the one in her head, and avoided looking anything, but especially the wall. She'd get a hanging, or something after classes.
[Closed door, open post.]