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Jaye Tyler ([personal profile] fates_jaye) wrote2006-09-17 01:21 pm
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Room 417, sometime around twoish on Sunday

Jaye? Still in bed. And she's not moving anytime soon. Because as much fun as she had last night, and hey, she even met someone awesome out of it even if it does potentially complicate a thing or two, she is never, ever, ever going to be able to drink tequila again.

Maybe she'll move tomorrow.


[So not open.]
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fates_jaye: (wax lion)

[personal profile] fates_jaye 2006-09-17 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Talk.
fates_jaye: (pouting at the lion)

[personal profile] fates_jaye 2006-09-17 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Jaye just pulls a pillow over her head. After a minute. Her limbs have joined the hate parade her liver started earlier.
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[personal profile] fates_jaye 2006-09-17 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Shut up," Jaye mumbles from under the pillow. If she had superpowers, maybe she could get some aspirin. Right now she's not budging.
fates_jaye: (clinically insane)

[personal profile] fates_jaye 2006-09-17 08:37 pm (UTC)(link)
When they've been doing this for at least five minutes, Jaye begins to wish for spontaneous deafness. Or deadness. Deadness would work.

After ten, she's considering sleeping in the bathtub.

After fifteen, she's decided moving will be worse than hearing, and stays where she is.
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