Fifth floor bathroom, Thursday night
Feb. 24th, 2006 12:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nadiathesaintNadia got back to the dorms rather late and just a leeeeeetle bit too drunk. She considered passing out right into bed, but remembered the horrible taste that accompanied martinis the next morning and decided to brush her teeth first, at least.
She made faces in the mirror as she brushed. She was in a bit of a weird mood.
*poot*
Funny, she didn't remember martinis giving her gass. . . .
She rinsed out her mouth and made one last face in the mirror.
"Bedtime," she told herself. Then: "What the hell happened to my voice?"
She made faces in the mirror as she brushed. She was in a bit of a weird mood.
*poot*
Funny, she didn't remember martinis giving her gass. . . .
She rinsed out her mouth and made one last face in the mirror.
"Bedtime," she told herself. Then: "What the hell happened to my voice?"
