[ It takes more effort, a petulant, frustrated noise as she pushes against him when he gets her to move. But gets her up, regardless. Even if it takes her one lurching step after another until need over takes whatever her drunken mind insisted - ( doesn't want to let go of his hand, hates that she had to get off him - could have gone to sleep right there ) -
Gets to the sink, and every awful thing she'd drunk comes straight back up again. Not half as good coming back up as it was going down. Hair falling everywhere, hanging onto the edge of the sink. ]
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Gets to the sink, and every awful thing she'd drunk comes straight back up again. Not half as good coming back up as it was going down. Hair falling everywhere, hanging onto the edge of the sink. ]