#mandmevent001

Lucinda was very familiar with a hangover, she had experienced plenty, yet this one seemed to hit her harder. She had no idea how she made it back to her room, but she really just did not care. It was the sun that had gotten her up, and she immediately regretted it. Her head pounded and she noticed, looking in a mirror after a shower, her arms and a bit of her neck were purple. ‘Fantastic... I look like one big bruise.’ She thought to herself, thinking that she also felt like one. Soon enough she found herself outside, alone in one of the courtyards, a cigarette lit and her hair done in a messy bun. Today was not a day she cared about her looks, so her face was clean and raw from the excessive scrubbing she had done to her face. Lucinda flipped through the memories of last night, replaying everything that happened, and whishing she had not even been there.