019: [location: her bed]/[very accidental visual] hangover from hell
When Buffy awakens in her bed-- miraculously in pajamas, who the hell even knows how that happened, with the familiar fuchsia pre-Victorian era dress and dark hairpiece discarded carelessly on the floor nearby-- for a brief shining moment, she doesn't remember what happened at Dr. Magnus' party.
Then, as if in a cruel, mortifyingly embarrassing wave, recollection floods her, and she sits bolt upright, wearing an expression of purest horror.
"Oh GOD." Yes, almost crying in front of Cordelia. "OH God." Being scared of Gaila from afar... "Oh my-- OH." Protesting about ankles being on show... "Oh, god, no." And last but not least, clinging to Eric like a simpering moron as he 'escorted' her around. "Jesus crap."
[ooc: so i herd you liek trollin- backdated to just after Halloween]
Then, as if in a cruel, mortifyingly embarrassing wave, recollection floods her, and she sits bolt upright, wearing an expression of purest horror.
"Oh GOD." Yes, almost crying in front of Cordelia. "OH God." Being scared of Gaila from afar... "Oh my-- OH." Protesting about ankles being on show... "Oh, god, no." And last but not least, clinging to Eric like a simpering moron as he 'escorted' her around. "Jesus crap."
[ooc: so i herd you liek trollin- backdated to just after Halloween]