[ To add injury to insult, as it were, Naomi is hung over this morning. She can't even grumble about it proudly, because it's not like anyone had fun last night. The drowning of one's sorrows was always a short-term help at best, she knew that, yet she'd kept pace with Alex anyway and was paying for it now. Ugh. Hopefully no one needs her for anything today.
She's at one of the smaller mess hall tables, slumped over a cup of this place's sad excuse for coffee. At least the caffeine should help a little, if she manages to keep it down. ]
mess hall; the morning after sad parents club meeting
She's at one of the smaller mess hall tables, slumped over a cup of this place's sad excuse for coffee. At least the caffeine should help a little, if she manages to keep it down. ]