DATE & TIME: January 18th, 10:30 A.M. LOCATION: Marci’s Sleeper Car TAG: @vindictagloria
Lenore knows what to do with a hangover. She’s grown up with this circus, knows by now the tell-tale signs of sunglasses being worn indoors, big breakfasts made by people who look vaguely like the undead, and the slight irritability only a pounding headache can induce.
Vegas is a bright city, one she knows is full of things that’ll give a person a hangover the next day. She can’t take care of everyone in their Sleeper Cars, but she knows one person she wants to talk to, and one person who she’ll certainly want to tease for managing to have a poor handle on her liquor: Marci.
The knock on her door is quiet, but rhythmic, something she’s done plenty of times before. Three quick knocks, followed by two, followed by three. A pause. She eventually peeks in, a smile already tugging at her features, both greeting and playful.
“How you feelin’? Can I come in?”