[ Gwen doesn’t really sleep. Or—she drifts, she guesses, on the couch in Silco’s office, where he was kind enough to let her crash after finishing most of a bottle of Fireball by herself.
At some point mid-morning, she makes the walk of shame back to her room to at least brush her teeth and change her clothes, and finds the tray after her shower. She’s famished, despite a twin feeling of nausea, and finishes all of it; and then feels sick again, lying back on her pillow with wet hair and the shades drawn, a hand over her eyes after she sends this text. ]
Thank you, Ash. For the pancakes.
I’m pretty embarrassed. And I think I’m still a little drunk?
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At some point mid-morning, she makes the walk of shame back to her room to at least brush her teeth and change her clothes, and finds the tray after her shower. She’s famished, despite a twin feeling of nausea, and finishes all of it; and then feels sick again, lying back on her pillow with wet hair and the shades drawn, a hand over her eyes after she sends this text. ]
Thank you, Ash. For the pancakes.
I’m pretty embarrassed. And I think I’m still a little drunk?