The saliva stain was spreading down her black shirt as she lay dreaming in the bathroom stall of one of Byblos' third rate nightclubs. Thing is, it was 10 am. Her head fell backwards and instead of drooling over her shirt it went straight down to he back of her throat and-
"KUCHE-kuche," she startled awake, head dizzy and grasping simultaneously her throat and the edge of the durasteel toilet. What the kriff had happened!? It took her a few moments to convince her body she wasn't drowning and even then her head felt like it could split at any second. Her whole body felt sore and.. was that a puddle of neon-colored vomit beside her? Her eyes slowly found focus in the darkness of the unlit stall and by the time she felt confident enough her brain would explode if she turned her head, she realized she was seeking support against an incredibly dirty toilet seat. "Ugh," it was one part disgust and one part expectations met. This wasn't the first time she ended up here. "Damnit, Kara-" with the help of the filthy seat and the pissed-on wall she slowly managed to get back on her feet. "Next time just pace yourself," he smiled faintly as she unlocked the door, so she did have that much sense last night, and pulled the door open. "Maybe you'll wake up in someone's apartment at least." because, kriff, this club was somehow named 'Moonraker' and in this part of town was known affectionately as 'Homewrecker'. Sounded the same, hit a bit different. Clearly there was one girl in her early twenties who didn't manage to wreck any homes last night and she barely managed to stumble her dizzy ass over to the sinks to have a hard look in the mirror.
Aside from the puke and saliva stains. Clothes that need straightening and.. why was her hair wet? Besides all that and her messed-up besmudged make-up. Besides and underneath it all.. no, there wasn't a good person in there. Hadn't that been the hole point in last night? Spend the credits from that dirty syndicate job as fast as kriffingly possible?
To be continued
"KUCHE-kuche," she startled awake, head dizzy and grasping simultaneously her throat and the edge of the durasteel toilet. What the kriff had happened!? It took her a few moments to convince her body she wasn't drowning and even then her head felt like it could split at any second. Her whole body felt sore and.. was that a puddle of neon-colored vomit beside her? Her eyes slowly found focus in the darkness of the unlit stall and by the time she felt confident enough her brain would explode if she turned her head, she realized she was seeking support against an incredibly dirty toilet seat. "Ugh," it was one part disgust and one part expectations met. This wasn't the first time she ended up here. "Damnit, Kara-" with the help of the filthy seat and the pissed-on wall she slowly managed to get back on her feet. "Next time just pace yourself," he smiled faintly as she unlocked the door, so she did have that much sense last night, and pulled the door open. "Maybe you'll wake up in someone's apartment at least." because, kriff, this club was somehow named 'Moonraker' and in this part of town was known affectionately as 'Homewrecker'. Sounded the same, hit a bit different. Clearly there was one girl in her early twenties who didn't manage to wreck any homes last night and she barely managed to stumble her dizzy ass over to the sinks to have a hard look in the mirror.
Aside from the puke and saliva stains. Clothes that need straightening and.. why was her hair wet? Besides all that and her messed-up besmudged make-up. Besides and underneath it all.. no, there wasn't a good person in there. Hadn't that been the hole point in last night? Spend the credits from that dirty syndicate job as fast as kriffingly possible?
To be continued