Yes, I think so. [Pia couldn't quite remember everything. She remembered doing some shots...but she can't remember if it was exactly glass that she used as a shot glass. With a groan she sat up, her hair like a fuzzy brown halo around her head.] Fuck. I feel like shit. Why am I on the floor? Move over. [She crawled back over to the bed, pushing Brooke out of the way (not as kindly as she could have) in her efforts to climb under the covers.]
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