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The woman giggled loudly as the fiery liquid tickled down her throat, nearly having to spit it back into the flask. But, with a stubborn gulp, managed to inhale the whiskey, and coughed slightly with hiccuping laughs accompanying it. A pair of beady black eyes stared where Alyssum was rolling over a messy bed, the owner nestled deep into his own bed as if trying to disappear from the room. It was obvious that he detested the hybrid in this state, but if she cared, she didn't realize it. "Aww, Mac, why th' long face?" she prompted when she noticed his attempts to hide. "Or, sho' I say, long beak?" "Go bother else."
Alyssum again threw a laughing fit as if his words were a joke, rolling onto her back as she rubbed her forehead. She still felt heated, and pain still tingled from the bandages under her arm where the cat had scratched her. Though she was giggling like no tomorrow, she still felt the pain, and turned the flask upwards to get another sip, but only a tiny amount was left. "Time for another drink," she murmured to herself brightly, grabbing the bag from the side of the bed and pulling towards her. After moving items within it for a moment, her smile flatered and turned into a grimace. "No more whiskey," she whined.
With a groan, she turned over in the bed, fuzzed mind trying to get rid of the overhanging pain and fever that settled over her. No matter how much she drank, it seemed that the the impending sickness hung over her. Heating up again, she moved onto her back and thought about that stupid cat. Crazy cat, silly cat, mad cat. How did it dare make her feel like this? Why did it make her body betray her and make her weak? It was a good thing Jazper was there to save her, or else she'd be worse than having a fever.
Jazper... Her mind tumbled down thoughts about him, things that made her giggle and sigh. Then, reaching some sort of decision, she calmly got up from her bed, swaying lightly, and left the room with her empty flask still in hand. She somehow managed to stumble up the stairs and onto where the Sole rested, and knocked loudly on his door. Luckily, no one slept near the other rooms. "Hey," she drawled out as she opened his door anyway, peeking into his room. "Hey, hey, big boy! Wake up."
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