She sat up, rubbing her forehead and groaning. Perhaps she should separate inter-space and time travel from binge drinking... but sometimes the best drinks come from another world! Turning her head, she spotted the slumbering man beside her and she paused to try and recall what happened. No use, though. She couldn't even recall where she was. "Looks like I broke the first rule of space and time travel." She said with a smirk and climbed out of the bed as quietly as she could.
Even in his half asleep hangover a quiet and muffled voice caught the attention of his muddled mind. A haze was the best way to describe waking up in the condition he was in now and Tullius couldn’t say he particularly liked it. He felt the bed move and tried to open his eyes only to be blinded by the light and to have the sensation of someone bashing him in the skull with a hammer. An irritated growl slipped past his lips as he shielded his eyes; this was why he never got drunk, the consequences far outweighed the benefits.
The General’s eyes adjusted to the painful light, but refused to sharpen, leaving his surroundings heavily blurred. Tullius was surprised as his foggy sight then fell on the form of a woman, or at least he thought it was a women, near the bed. "Who in Oblivion are you?" He barked, quickly wincing from the volume of his own voice.
