I'm not drunk. [She pulls herself up, propping herself up on an elbow. Is now a good time to mention she's not wearing pants? Because she's not. It's fine.] I'm hungover, that's different. Besides, it's not like you ever sleep in it.
[To her credit, she actually complies with his request. To her detriment, she follows it the Val Way™, and kicks one foot out to just. Shove the bedside table toward him in the aisle between their beds.]
no subject
[To her credit, she actually complies with his request. To her detriment, she follows it the Val Way™, and kicks one foot out to just. Shove the bedside table toward him in the aisle between their beds.]
There. All yours.