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xxx"and these secrets all that we've got so far,
xxxthe demons in the dark, lie again.
xxxplay pretend like it never ends
xxxthis way no one has to know"
Willow wasn't sure what woke her up first. The throbbing headache, her aching limbs, or the dehydration. For a moment, she presumed it was just a hangover. She was accustomed to them, but never as bad as this. Then she peeled open her eyes and realised that she was not in her own apartment. It then registered that she was still on a couch. Then the events of the night before came back to her, and she shot upright. Her head started to tilt precariously, and she had to put her head between her knees for a minute. Well, she hadn't died at least, so that was a good start. And there wasn't a bunch of heroes standing around her, waiting to question her, so really, it was going well. Even with the hangover from hell.
Once her head had stopped spinning, she looked up to assess her surroundings. The woman from last night, Shadow, was on a chair nearby, asleep. Had she stayed there all night? Had... she slept in such an uncomfortable way just to keep an eye on Willow? Willow watched her for a second or two. Beyond everything that had happened, she didn't recognise her. She'd never been one of the ones that had showed up in attempt to foil one of Willow's robberies. This woman apparently had nothing to gain by Willow's presence in her apartment, and yet she'd helped after all.
She was pretty. Not in a hollywood starlet way, or in the razor sharp way that Willow herself was, but... cute. Not a bad face to look at. Something about that face twisted something in Willow. She looked away, spotting the glass of water from the night before. She drained it, and found herself immediately wishing for more. But... she had priorities. She needed to get out before the girl woke up and started asking questions, and eventually realised who she was. Willow stood up, as slowly as she could, but even still, the room spun for a second or two. Her hoodie was nowhere to be seen, but when she patted the pockets of her jeans, her phone was still there. Probably dead, but at least she had money. Her keys had fallen out during the night, but were still on the couch. She retrieved them and tucked them back into her jeans.
And now, time to make her escape. Even if the girl would eventually recognise her when they met to secure their deal, Willow had never been one for awkward morning-afters. And this would be the most awkward of them all. She evidently overestimated her own agility, however, as she almost immediately stumbled over her feet, sending the empty glass crashing to the floor and shattering into hundreds of pieces. Willow started swearing under her breath as she started trying to gather the worst of the shards.
Once her head had stopped spinning, she looked up to assess her surroundings. The woman from last night, Shadow, was on a chair nearby, asleep. Had she stayed there all night? Had... she slept in such an uncomfortable way just to keep an eye on Willow? Willow watched her for a second or two. Beyond everything that had happened, she didn't recognise her. She'd never been one of the ones that had showed up in attempt to foil one of Willow's robberies. This woman apparently had nothing to gain by Willow's presence in her apartment, and yet she'd helped after all.
She was pretty. Not in a hollywood starlet way, or in the razor sharp way that Willow herself was, but... cute. Not a bad face to look at. Something about that face twisted something in Willow. She looked away, spotting the glass of water from the night before. She drained it, and found herself immediately wishing for more. But... she had priorities. She needed to get out before the girl woke up and started asking questions, and eventually realised who she was. Willow stood up, as slowly as she could, but even still, the room spun for a second or two. Her hoodie was nowhere to be seen, but when she patted the pockets of her jeans, her phone was still there. Probably dead, but at least she had money. Her keys had fallen out during the night, but were still on the couch. She retrieved them and tucked them back into her jeans.
And now, time to make her escape. Even if the girl would eventually recognise her when they met to secure their deal, Willow had never been one for awkward morning-afters. And this would be the most awkward of them all. She evidently overestimated her own agility, however, as she almost immediately stumbled over her feet, sending the empty glass crashing to the floor and shattering into hundreds of pieces. Willow started swearing under her breath as she started trying to gather the worst of the shards.