"Urrrrrrrrghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...."

The groan comes from under a pile of bedding that moves slightly.

Why is the light so bright? When did I get hit in the head.... oh.

Slowly, gradually, a pale face emerges, eyes screwed up tight to stop the light hurting. Of course, this only exacerbated the pounding headache.

Unsteadily, she moved to get up, feeling a sudden cold.

It's vey cold. Wait. I'm naked. Why am I naked? HOW am I naked?

The duvet is pulled back around her.

Cautiously an eye is opened. It's definately her room the Arrow tower.... Fuck that's bright.

Eye shut.

Eye open, slowly. Her dress was there. Her shoes were there. Memories slowly came drifting back form last night. There cocktails. That she did remember. Then...Oh! Tyche and Naga arrived. And more cocktails.

And dark eyes.

And...

And....

"Oh nooooo...." the Arrow groaned as she pulls the duvet back over her as the memories of the lessons in flirting came back over her. The feeling of warmth Tyche made her feel...

Bit by bit the memories filled in the holes. Blonde hair, long legs.... Aurora. Helping her get home. Helping her get undressed when she... tried and fell over. She could feel the bruise on her side.

Telling Aurora she was her friend. Over. And Over. And over.

She would have to apologise for being such an ass.

"I want to die..."

It was fun... until it was embarassing.