Sledgehammer, an heavy loud drumming smacked continually on Regina's head, as she raised up from her earlier laying position. Grabbing both sides of her head, trying to smoothen the painful ache occupying her head.
Damn those drinks!
She cursed, already regretting agreeing, and submitting to the urge of consuming a strong substance, with how lousy she appears drunk, womanhood would personally dug a deep pit, to bury her away from the surface of the world.
Fuzzy feeling ran though her body, tingling a spark around her every nerve. Apart from the pain shooting through her hinge joint, promoted at the cost of an awkward position.
Grabbing her kneel, she softly rubs the pains, a grunt escaping her lips by the intensity of it. Probably a muscle pull. The pains quite similar to the hangover
