Monday morning

Jaye wakes up with a pounding headache, still-blurry/dizzy vision, and a tongue that may have been coated with something in her sleep. She vaguely remembers trying to catch up to Rogue and Cally in levels of drunkenness, and probably succeeded after maybe nine drinks. Maybe. She doesn't remember much of the night, except that Anakin's name is not Blond Boy, and there was something about handcuffs.

Panicked, she checks to make sure that A) no one's with her, B) she's fully clothed, and C) she's not actually handcuffed to anything. All is good.

She rolls over, buries her face in the pillow, and thinks death might be preferable to this kind of hangover.