jia-lo:
[`cracking the door open, she gave the other female a withering stare before opening it fully to let her through] I’m already in here throwing up, Hana. [`she gagged slightly, clamping a hand over her mouth] I guess that tequila wasn’t a great idea, huh?
{ `She barely even had the time to fully take in the pain of the other female's pained face, as the extreme nausea took her over and made her forget all about being a guest at somebody's else's place, about being an idol or a supposedly decent woman. Her vision became the one of a tunnel, with just the cold, porcelain toilet bowl at the end of it, and after pushing the door fully open, she made a straight bee-line towards it, falling to her knees in a matter of seconds and hugging the porcelain like her new best friend. } Have we really drunk that much, or was there something wrong with this tequila? I swear I have never felt that bad before... I think I'm going to die.
