"Urrghn, nnh..."<br/><br/>Skye slapped her hand on the bedside table. Of course, the one day she didn't have to worry about an alarm, that Raccoon would go and pull shit like this.<br/><br/>"Nnffgh, geh, fuck..."<br/><br/>Why was her phone so impossible to find? Jesus, it was hard to think; between the hangover and the lack of sleep, it was amazing she wasn't flat out unconscious, still. Of course that ring tone she picked out for Dale would be annoying enough to pierce through the haze.<br/><br/>"God<em>damnit</em>--" Skye growled out, before finally closing her hand around the phone and yanking it to her face. "Dale, what the fuck?"<br/><br/>She did her level best to focus her head and actually make out what Dale was saying. And try to remember what the hell he was talking about. Lessee, card game, taking a dive, she was fairly certain she upheld her part of the deal...apparently she took some liberties, though. Shit, how many liberties?<br/><br/>"Urgh, Dale... Just... Give it to me straight, dude. I took the dive last night, right? I don't wanna be on top of Junior's hit list because I forgot to fold on four of a kind in my drunken stupor."<br/><br/>And why was she hanging so precariously off the side of her bed? She never slept that close to the edge before...that she could recall.