Jewell was not having a good morning. Of course, she wasn't fully aware of this fact yet. At the moment, she was only aware that it felt like an elephant was sitting on her head and someone had stuffed her mouth full of cotton.
Also, her bed felt kind of different. More like wood then her nice mattress. She cracked open one blood-shot eye. Oh yeah, it's wood. She closed her eye again, it was too bright out wherever she was, and rolled over with a groan. Then she got the most peculiar look on her face. Like when you eat something that doesn't taste right. Her eyes flew open and she tried to shout but the cotton mouth prevented her.
What she had wanted to shout was, "Triple-breasted whore!" Fortunately, her mouth wasn't working right at the moment so all she got out was "Ah!" This was fortunate because soon after the "Ah!" her red eyes finally started working properly and she found that the person she was lying on the wood floor next to was not a triple breasted whore, just a normal one.
This only put her mind at ease for a moment before a full shudder ran over her form and she was rolling onto her knees. The hallway swayed back and forth before her eyes but she was still abel to recognize it as the upstairs of the Red Dragon Inn. She grumbled some obscenities as she climbed to her feet with the aid of the nearest wall, having no memories of how she had gotten there.
The reality of the situation was this: After departing from the common room of the RDI, leaving a worried Alysia behind her, she had barely made it up the stairs to the next floor. Wandering back and forth down the hallway, she proceeded to knock on every door trying to figure out which room was hers. Of course, she didn't have a room so she had finally tumbled to the floor in the back corner of the hallway and fallen asleep- alone.
The lady of the night also did not have a place to stay after her work was done so she had curled up on the other side of the hallway. In the middle of the night she had conviently rolled over and ended up next to Jewell to try and steal one of her towels.
Jewell didn't realize it at the moment, but the woman had succeeded in her mission. The only towel Jewell now had on her was the one Kina had bestowed upon her last night. Her fairy towel was being used as a pillow by the woman upstairs.
Of course, not remembering any of the events of the previous night Jewell didn't know she was missing a towel. She tromped down the stairs, waved at whoever was behind the bar- she didn't even bother to look- and walked right out the door. Her towel came in handy then, as she used it to shield her eyes from the morning sun on her walk back home.
Also, her bed felt kind of different. More like wood then her nice mattress. She cracked open one blood-shot eye. Oh yeah, it's wood. She closed her eye again, it was too bright out wherever she was, and rolled over with a groan. Then she got the most peculiar look on her face. Like when you eat something that doesn't taste right. Her eyes flew open and she tried to shout but the cotton mouth prevented her.
What she had wanted to shout was, "Triple-breasted whore!" Fortunately, her mouth wasn't working right at the moment so all she got out was "Ah!" This was fortunate because soon after the "Ah!" her red eyes finally started working properly and she found that the person she was lying on the wood floor next to was not a triple breasted whore, just a normal one.
This only put her mind at ease for a moment before a full shudder ran over her form and she was rolling onto her knees. The hallway swayed back and forth before her eyes but she was still abel to recognize it as the upstairs of the Red Dragon Inn. She grumbled some obscenities as she climbed to her feet with the aid of the nearest wall, having no memories of how she had gotten there.
The reality of the situation was this: After departing from the common room of the RDI, leaving a worried Alysia behind her, she had barely made it up the stairs to the next floor. Wandering back and forth down the hallway, she proceeded to knock on every door trying to figure out which room was hers. Of course, she didn't have a room so she had finally tumbled to the floor in the back corner of the hallway and fallen asleep- alone.
The lady of the night also did not have a place to stay after her work was done so she had curled up on the other side of the hallway. In the middle of the night she had conviently rolled over and ended up next to Jewell to try and steal one of her towels.
Jewell didn't realize it at the moment, but the woman had succeeded in her mission. The only towel Jewell now had on her was the one Kina had bestowed upon her last night. Her fairy towel was being used as a pillow by the woman upstairs.
Of course, not remembering any of the events of the previous night Jewell didn't know she was missing a towel. She tromped down the stairs, waved at whoever was behind the bar- she didn't even bother to look- and walked right out the door. Her towel came in handy then, as she used it to shield her eyes from the morning sun on her walk back home.