Your head was POUNDING. The very fabric of your being felt like it was being ripped to shreds. Which is just a really fancy (and melodramatic) way to say you awoke with a nasty hangover.

You couldn't remember much if anything at all from the night before. The only thing to think about was the ache in your body and the thudding in your head. How much did you drink? Gods.

Oh! Speaking of gods-!

You shifted to sit up only to be stopped by a weight on your side. You look down to see.. STORMBRINGER COOKIE!? The literal GODDESS of the sky, was snugged up on your shoulder asleep.

Oh crap, stay cool, stay cool. ... HOW DID THIS HAPPEN???

In the midst of your panic, you didn't notice the goddess in question stirring awake, wincing as her own headache hit her. She looked over at you.

"..what the fu-"