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Consciousness swims in slowly and painfully, dragging Carrie from what feels like a much needed slumber. She can feel the hangover without needing to open her eyes; her tongue feels heavy and her head is pulsing.
She can’t remember where she is which is a pretty bad indicator; her first guess is a hotel room from the starchiness of the sheets, but she’d have to open her eyes to find out and that isn’t high on her list of priorities.
A quiet whimper escapes when she tries to move and her head and stomach protest violently in synchrony and she lies still for a moment before cracking her eye open a fraction, too curious not to look around.
When her vision unblurs, the first thing she sees is her bra thrown haphazardly over the back of a chair; the rest of her clothes are scattered between there and the door. There’s nothing too unusual about that though; she’s hardly the tidiest at the best of times.
All things considered, she’s feeling pretty relaxed about her morning when there’s a soft but unmistakeably male sigh from about a foot behind her.
Fuck.