Arden Finch

There were many, many things that Arden did not want to think about in regards to last night, at least beyond sending a very calm and not at all dramatic text to Kamala and Cal. By the time the portal dropped them off, Arden's hangover had mostly dissipated, though the headache was refusing to go away entirely.

Honestly, it was probably more of a stress headache than a hangover one, but it was still the fault of last night so it all came out in the wash.

Every step up to her room felt like she weighed a million pounds and she immediately dropped her overnight bag on the floor and went to the door to her balcony to open it up for the fresh air that would hopefully start to ease the throbbing in her temples (unclenching her jaw might also help with that). She still had every intention of walking into the sea, but that was gonna have to wait until she was feeling a little more human (HA!) before she could even attempt that long a trek.

Flopping facedown onto the bed it was, yup.

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