Party Aftermath

[dark_scion]

Fred growled to himself as he trudged to the kitchen. What in the name of all logic possessed him to go on that trip with Dolemeck? Oh yes, his entire lack of an adolescent life, but still... His head was ringing, how could people be so damned loud? And sing so off-key? He cursed as he opened the medicine cabinet, hoping to find something strong enough to fight this migraine that threatened to split his skull.

Comments

[wild_child]

"You look like you've been run over by a truck," came a voice from the doorway. Rose was, in fact, just getting home herself, as evidenced by the leather jacket she was shucking.