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Aitana woke up with a groan and a long limbed stretch. Having long overslept her usually early mornings (luckily she had enough presence of mind to go out drinking the night before her day off) the late morning sun streamed through the windows and into her eyes. That illicited a growl as she turned her body away from the offending light and dug her face into the sheets beneath her. Ughhhh..
Her throat felt dry, a soft throb of pain pulsing around her temples. It was what she deserved for jumping in so quickly and fool heartedly after months without a drink. Three pints of beer in just around an hour... she just didn't have enough fat to soak up the excess liquor and her metabolism had gone crazy sucking it into her bloodstream. If she was going to hang out with Rob she'd probably have to start easing her way back into drinking and build up her alcohol tolerance. Because holy s**t.
The desire for water overwhelmed her desire to remain buried in her bed, and with a grunt and a lot of effort Aitana dragged herself up, squinting as she made her way to the little kitchenette section of her apartment. It was times like these she was thankful for her lack of excess furniture and multiple rooms. Fishing a bottle of water out of the fridge, she pressed it to her head before stumbling back towards the bed and flopping down onto it once more.
The ice cold water on her dry throat was like heaven, and half of the bottle was gone before she stopped to breath, her left arm coming to rest on her brow and block out the sun. There was pain and discomfort - the light hurt her eyes, her head throbbed gently with each pulse of her blood through her temples, her stomach was even a little queasy from the lack of food. But it wasn't any worse then the pain she often woke up with after a night out as Juno. In fact, amidst her discomfort, Aitana was laying there on her bed with a smile on her lips. And even though her fast metabolism was quickly burning away all that alcohol the giddiness from the night before remained.
Rob had not disappointing. Any worries that he would have sucked in comparison to Puck had been entirely shattered by their fun little outing. The British musician was exciting and different, fun to listen to and be around. He was bold and charming too, able to take every playful jab she'd thrown at him and threw his own back at her. It hadn't even been 12 hours and she was excited to make plans to see him again. She had to resist the urge to try and hunt down her cellphone so that she could text him already. That feeling was strange.. but not entirely unpleasant.
The metabolism that had tanked Aitana so quickly had one good benefit - while she got drunk quickly her hangover would also fade quicker then average, and by that afternoon she'd be up and at it, maybe she'd do laundry or actually go out for a run. But for now she sighed, closing her eyes again, before she lounged in blissful silence and thought.
Pain and pleasure, they were common bedfellows.
