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fandomhighdorms2005-10-08 07:29 pm
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West Attic
Saturday Morning Afternoon
Domino sat up in bed, eyed the clock menacingly, and briefly wondered why elephants were playing football in her head. Ah. Punch. Spiked punch. That was right. Somehow, she didn't think it was very fair that she had a hangover when she'd hardly been drunk at all.
"Gah," she muttered inarticulately, and vacated the bed, stumbling towards the coffee maker and the promise of caffeinated salvation.
Domino sat up in bed, eyed the clock menacingly, and briefly wondered why elephants were playing football in her head. Ah. Punch. Spiked punch. That was right. Somehow, she didn't think it was very fair that she had a hangover when she'd hardly been drunk at all.
"Gah," she muttered inarticulately, and vacated the bed, stumbling towards the coffee maker and the promise of caffeinated salvation.