MADDY's QUARTERS
The alarm blared way too soon. Given the night Madison had, anytime that day might have been too soon. Her eyes didn't want to open, but the rising volume of the digital beeps penetrated her skull, adding to the thundering in her head. "All the Gods, please make it stop."
As wakefulness forced itself on her, she became aware of the weight of her own body. Every muscle ached as well as more than a few bones and joints. She had yet to even move, but the room was already spinning, stirring a hollow wretch in her stomach. Some of her condition was easily attributable to the toxic quantity of Burian whiskey she consumed. The rest was due to the burning hot wall of solid muscle spooned against her.
Not that she was complaining. Zob gave a hell of a night at and after the party. He felt good against her back, but with the alarm he was already stirring. She doubted he was suffering the same after effects of the unbridled hedonism, but even if he was still a bit weary from their frenetic evening, she knew that he wasn't going to linger when they had someplace important to be.
Before she knew it, Zob was up and out of the bed, already pulling on his clothes. Madison had to get up too, but it hurt. With a groan she managed to prop herself up on an elbow.
"Good morning," Talking hurt too. "I'd ask why you're in such a rush, but I already know. Before you go, though, I want to say thanks for showing me an amazing night. I needed it. It's not going to be weird between us, is it?"