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It hurts. Everything hurts. My head, my eyes, my stomach... Everything.
Please stop asking questions. You’re too loud. And the lights are too bright...
... That’s really none of your business.
Go away.
{ooc: Log not done, but long story short, plan is… Elena talked Glinda into drinking a little, whilst trying to sober her up, even though it’s a ‘horrible vice.’ She didn’t have much, but she’s never really drank much before, so her tolerance is quite low. A glass or two did it for her... if even that much. Slightly hungover now~ … And sleeping with your worst enemy’s lover? Perfect talk show fodder.}
Please stop asking questions. You’re too loud. And the lights are too bright...
... That’s really none of your business.
Go away.
{ooc: Log not done, but long story short, plan is… Elena talked Glinda into drinking a little, whilst trying to sober her up, even though it’s a ‘horrible vice.’ She didn’t have much, but she’s never really drank much before, so her tolerance is quite low. A glass or two did it for her... if even that much. Slightly hungover now~ … And sleeping with your worst enemy’s lover? Perfect talk show fodder.}