Murmuring sleepily, Bindhi rolled over, arm thrown out, only for said arm to blossom with a sharp pain as it hit something hard. Hissing, her eyes snapped open to see a completely unrecognizable room. Flailing a little, she tried to sit up and managed to only get herself tangled in the blanket that had been draped over her to ward off any chills. Hung-over and panicking, the tall blonde somehow managed to flail herself off of the couch where she’d been sleeping, narrowly avoiding braining herself on the coffee table that her arm had struck.

Cursing under her breath, she took a deep breath and began to untangle herself from the blanket burrito. Glancing around the room, she wondered where in the hell she was. This wasn’t Orah’s place, nor any room she recognized. Once she was finally free of the blanket, she pushed herself to her feet and stood for a moment, wobbling as she tried to wake up and figure out what was going on. And when she saw the very unfamiliar sleep shirt she was wearing, panic took over her brain.

“Oh sweet s**t, self,” she muttered as she sank down to sit on the couch. “What in the ever-loving ******** did you do?”

Closing her eyes, she pressed the heels on her hands to her face and tried to think through the hang-over. She was on a couch in clothes that were not hers. But she didn’t feel anything other than a wicked headache from the number of drinks she’d had the night before. So. Chances were good that she hadn’t taken advantage of anyone or been taken advantage of herself. She vaguely remembered walking with someone… Cordy… they’d been heading for a diner. Everything beyond that was a pleasant blur.

So, this place might be Cordy’s? Her chest relaxed slightly at the thought. And as one pressure ceased, she realized just how badly she needed to find a bathroom. Wincing a little at the thought of roaming through a strange home, she got up and did her best to tiptoe quickly. Which would have worked out great had she not been drinking enough the night before to float the ******** Titanic. As it was, she stumbled and tottered her way through the place until she found the bathroom.

Moments later, she was washing her hands and examining herself in the mirror.

“You look like hell, girl,” she told her reflection. For a moment, she considered the shower, thinking that the heat and steam was just what she needed. Except the idea of showering in someone else’s home, without checking with the other person first, struck her as super rude. Still, she could at least wash her face and try to get herself feeling slightly more human.

And where were her clothes? She wasn’t so far gone that she could forget that Cordy was a hell of a lot shorter than her. She was pretty sure borrowing clothes wasn’t in the forecast. With a sigh, she dried off her face and opened the door to head back for the couch.

As she made her way back, she could hear movement and smell coffee brewing.

“There you are. Come and have some coffee,” Cordy’s voice sounded more amused than anything. Still, Bindhi winced as she obeyed. She’d start apologizing after she had some caffiene in her.