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Harpy B3, Saturday Morning
Jun. 19th, 2010 10:20 am"Owwwwwwwwww."
Tara's head hurt. Her stomach felt like it was trying to swim out of her body. Her mouth tasted like cotton and clay.
She opened her eyes slightly. The firm abs and bright smiles of the boys on the pictures she'd put up yesterday taunted her. And then she remembered something about singing dirty songs and wanted to die then and there.
She settled for closing her eyes and groaning aloud again. She had no idea what had come over her, but one thing was for sure: She was never, ever drinking like that again.
[ooC: Establishy.]
Tara's head hurt. Her stomach felt like it was trying to swim out of her body. Her mouth tasted like cotton and clay.
She opened her eyes slightly. The firm abs and bright smiles of the boys on the pictures she'd put up yesterday taunted her. And then she remembered something about singing dirty songs and wanted to die then and there.
She settled for closing her eyes and groaning aloud again. She had no idea what had come over her, but one thing was for sure: She was never, ever drinking like that again.
[ooC: Establishy.]
