Drunkflower

Who: Wildflower
Where: Parrott's
When: Six minutes past seven. Holly says so, so there!
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<<SNIP>>
> Three GlenGanymedes later, McJohn sidled up to Wildflower,
> who had fallen asleep at a table with twenty or so empty
> glasses on it. McJohn thought about it for a minute, then
> ruled her out as a suspect. At least for now. Then he settled
> back down at the bar, drank four more GlenGanymedes, and
> walked, or rather, staggered out.
<<END SNIP>>
A faint groan emanated from behind the piles of bottles.
Wildflower shifted an arm slightly, knocking one over and causing a
chain reaction that ended in a very loud smash. She winced as she
sat up, strands of her hair sticking to the table.
"What...OW...?" she mumbled, hardly coherent. Blinking in the dim
light, she struggled to her feet, placing a hand to her head.
"God, my head..." she murmured, staggering slightly, "Got a
bit...ow...carried away..."
Peering around the smoky interior of Parrott's, she shook her head
slowly.
"Holly?" she called, wincing at the volume of her own voice, "What
time is it?"
"Six minutes past seven," replied Holly, briefly appearing on a
wallscreen before vanishing. Then he reappeared again to
add, "P.M.", before fading to black again. Another brief
reappearance. "In the evening."
"Past seven?" asked Wildflower, "Jeez, how long was I unconscious?
I should be back at work soon..."
Another splitting burst of pain from her head as she tilted it
reminded her that she was in no fit state to treat sick people.
"Maybe after a nap," she murmured, stumbling out of the bar and
heading for her quarters.
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OOC: Tag anyone who wants to run into the hungover Wildflower and
fill her in on what she's missed. :)