Once in her room Cyrine wades through the storm of papers that litter the room. "Shit..." she grumbles her head already pounding.<br/>She flops her nude form onto the bed, "mmmmcold." She mumbles as the cool sheets feel like ice on her overheated body.<br/><br/>In the morning, she'll vow to never drink again. That night as she's more likely then not; hammered drunk, or high out of her mind (all to keep the 'voices' at bay of course), she'll remember the vow...and laugh her ass off.<br/><br/>For now however, she sleeps.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>