#chainsmokingchef

[Prompt]

After wiping the sick from her mouth, Rori sat down heavily on the floor, leaning her head back and trying to steady her mind. This was unlike any hangover she had experienced before.

"Uh, yeah. Maybe. I'm not sure," she admitted, opening her eyes to try and focus on the man nearby. He was somewhat familiar now, in the way a stranger you pass on the way to work every day is familiar. Known, but still unknown.

[Prompt]

Wasted? Rori hardly remembered drinking at all. Only one or two at most.

Right?

She pressed her fingers to her forehead, as if she could will the memories back. Instead, she was rewarded with a sharp pain behind her eyes and a flip of her stomach.

"No, sorry. I... I don't even remember drinking," she admitted, hoping the hazy fog of her mind would give way. Again, her stomach churned and she pushed herself from the bed to her feet.

[Prompt]

Rori rubbed at her temples, eyes squeezed shut against the light filtering into the room. The pounding in her head was near unbearable, as was the unsteadiness in her stomach. She just wanted to go back to sleep. She let out a groan.

The unfamiliar voice, however, jolted her awake. Her eyes snapped open and she sat up, fists balled. It was then she realized she was not in her bed. But her clothes were on, so that was a good sign.