<div class="floatleft">(http://oi67.tinypic.com/10qyumt.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dr. Simone Praceti<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Back Room of the Underworld Tavern<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Midday (ish)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><br/>"Oh, God... why is it possible for me to feel this bloody awful?" Simone groaned as she left the blessed oblivion of inebriated unconsciousness behind by stupidly waking up. She blinked a lot trying to clear the haze from her vision only to realize she was wearing a pair of spectacles that weren't hers. "Where did ... " she muttered as she drew them off her face, swaying a little as the world came back into focus. To steady herself she leaned her elbows on the table and took in a few calming breaths, like she always did before a surgery.<br/><br/>Only then did Simone try to look around. She nodded at her drinking companions and the woman in the corner, not really distinguishing one person from another. "What time is it?" She mumbled in a pained tone. Her phone buzzed as it vibrated to alert her of an incoming text. When she drew it out of her purse she tried to look at it but she dropped it and groaned, not having the wherewithal to bend down to pick it up yet