(Christ I can't believe I forgot about this. Been dealing with school and other stuff that this thread slipped. Sorry Pop x.x)
At first it was a smell. Then a noise. Her dazed mind couldn't put a picture with the noise, but it was outclassed by the smell. It was something she hadn't had run through her nose for a while, though that was just for her lack of cooking. Her right eye opened lazily as she sat up and took a gaze around. Where was she? Before she could think further her palm found her face as the hangover from hell hit her.
"Right. Octo-drink from hell. Still doesn't..."
She was clutching the covers while she sat, taking a peak under and finding herself fully clothed. Alright so she didn't head to sleep herself. It wasn't a room she could remember, and there was someone cooking. pushing the covers off her, Sherry slides to the edge of the bed and stands up. Bits and pieces were coming back as she started walking towards the noise. It smelt good so she'd have to give some kind of compliment.
Rubbing her eyes she finds the source of the smell and noise. Gabriel. A few bits and pieces came back and she had to admit, she enjoyed the bits she could remember. A drink she couldn't hold well, a gentlemen who carried her to safety and let her rest. And someone she needs to be very, very wary of.
"What's cookin good lookin? Christ that was corny as hell."
Sherry let out a big yawn while she stretched her arms out while walking towards the kitchen, given Gabriel a shoulder rub while he cooked. Was the least she could do for the time being. Guy had to of slept on the couch given the position she found herself in this morning. Who knows what kind of soreness the guy had.
@"Poptart"
At first it was a smell. Then a noise. Her dazed mind couldn't put a picture with the noise, but it was outclassed by the smell. It was something she hadn't had run through her nose for a while, though that was just for her lack of cooking. Her right eye opened lazily as she sat up and took a gaze around. Where was she? Before she could think further her palm found her face as the hangover from hell hit her.
"Right. Octo-drink from hell. Still doesn't..."
She was clutching the covers while she sat, taking a peak under and finding herself fully clothed. Alright so she didn't head to sleep herself. It wasn't a room she could remember, and there was someone cooking. pushing the covers off her, Sherry slides to the edge of the bed and stands up. Bits and pieces were coming back as she started walking towards the noise. It smelt good so she'd have to give some kind of compliment.
Rubbing her eyes she finds the source of the smell and noise. Gabriel. A few bits and pieces came back and she had to admit, she enjoyed the bits she could remember. A drink she couldn't hold well, a gentlemen who carried her to safety and let her rest. And someone she needs to be very, very wary of.
"What's cookin good lookin? Christ that was corny as hell."
Sherry let out a big yawn while she stretched her arms out while walking towards the kitchen, given Gabriel a shoulder rub while he cooked. Was the least she could do for the time being. Guy had to of slept on the couch given the position she found herself in this morning. Who knows what kind of soreness the guy had.
@"Poptart"