[ Veronica eyes the boy for a few long moments before stepping to the side and inviting him inside with nothing more than a wave of her hand. Her memory from the previous night is.... fuzzy, at best. Too many drinks at one bar, then even more at another, rounding the entire night out with a final round at Tucker's before apparently retiring home with this stranger who can't remember her name.
(Not that she remembers his either.) ]
Shots? It's [ She looks at a clock hanging on the wall. 6:38AM. ] six-thirty in the morning. [ But she can already feel the start of a hangover -- maybe a little hair of the dog wouldn't hurt. ]
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(Not that she remembers his either.) ]
Shots? It's [ She looks at a clock hanging on the wall. 6:38AM. ] six-thirty in the morning. [ But she can already feel the start of a hangover -- maybe a little hair of the dog wouldn't hurt. ]