"Uhhh...damnit...what the hell happened last night?"

When Susan woke up with a splitting headache she wasn't too alarmed. Most days this was how she woke up anyway, so why should she make a big deal about it now? She'd probably drank herself into a coma last night, yeah, but God knows she needed it. Living her life was hard, what could she say?

Still though, that didn't mean she enjoyed waking up feeling like she'd taken her head to a wall for the whole night. It was a miserable feeling. One that made her want to just crawl back into her cocoon of blankets and go back to sleep. Susan didn't know what day it was or even what time it was for crying out loud. The only indication she got that it was even morning time were the familiar coos of those birds she heard all the time: mourning doves. It could be a work day for all intents and purposes, but she felt like Charles could handle her absence for a day. Then again though...maybe not.

None of that particularly mattered to her right now. Her head was still killing her after all. Maybe she could start the day off with a nice glass of water and some aspirin. Well, certainly not a maybe in that regard; if Susan didn't get something in her to get rid of this headache Lord knows she'd kill somebody. Probably not entirely accidently at that. First thing that might have been best to do though was to find out what time it was, and what day it was at that.

Forcing her eyes open, and immediately groaning at the sunlight filtering through the curtains, Susan dragged said eyes over to a small alarm clock on a nightstand to her left: six in the morning on a Saturday. Goodie, that meant no work. Susan let a very long sigh escape her as she rolled over on her side...

...only to find somebody in her bed.

Suffice to say she was wide awake now; enough to remember just what had happened last night.

So, hair all frizzy and head still killing her...

...she kicked you off of said bed.

"{{user}}...wake up...now, man! I swear I'm going to beat your ass you moron!"