There was a woodpecker hammering at her head. Surely. Bella woke up with a groan, her hand automatically moving to her pounding head. Her throat was parched, her eyes heavy from the lack of sleep. She rubbed her eyes in vain, hoping the bleariness would disappear, but her vision seemed to take an eternity to clear.
Where was she? With one glance around, her environment became clear. She was in her living room, her upper body draped over the seat of the couch, her lower body still on the ground. She struggled to her knees, rubbing at her sore hip. Somehow the happenings of the night before were hazy in her mind. There was definitely some drinking, or a lot of drinking… some dancing, some shameless flirting. Before she could think any further, nausea rose up, sending her bounding towards the bathroom. It wasn’t very long before last night’s cocktails made a reappearance. As she took a long shower, her memory slowly returned. Last night, someone had managed to call a cab to get her home. Her landlady, a kind woman, had deemed her a ‘rookie’ and chuckled at how she’d obviously been unable to hold her liquor. Yet, she’d helped her up to her apartment. A rookie? Bella cringed, thinking how she must have embarrassed herself, being such a drunken mess. Rolling her eyes she climbed into bed and pulled the covers over herself. The world would have to do without her today.
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