Strange(r) Things | Vegas x Delphia
Vegas felt groggy upon waking up, more so than usual at least. Her eyelids felt impossibly heavy, her head seemingly glued to the ground she laid upon. She felt the cold, scratchy ground before she saw it, dragging her fingers along the ground until she could support her weight. The healer pulled herself into a sitting position, slowly blinking her surroundings into sight.
The first thing she noticed was that she did not recognize the room that she was in. More basement or dungeon than a room, it was drab and cold and dank and certainly not Bojing’s apartment. In fact, she wasn’t even sure she remembered making it home following the party.... The thought made her stomach drop and her heart jump into her throat.
The other thing that she noticed (albeit much slower than she would have liked) was that she wasn’t alone. With so little light filtering into the small space, it was hard to determine with tired, foggy eyes just who she was sharing this strange room with. Vegas rubbed her face with the heels of her palms, willing her brain to make sense of things.
“Hello? Are you-- is everything okay?” Were they okay?
@dclphia