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Messengerofgods "It's delicious whatever it is." Claire agreed, not used to having a headache this soon into drinking. For all she knew, however, it was a magic liquor instead of a muggle liquor, which tended to be much stronger due to the ability to remove hangovers quickly and painlessly. "Strong as hell though."
She grabbed one of his files with her computer between the two of them so that he could scroll through the photos if he wanted and started to read Khan's file, blinking much more than normal and feeling sleepy. Attributing it to the drive and the lack of sleep the night before, she pushed on, slipping quickly into an all encompassing fog before losing consciousness entirely.
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When Claire came to, she was sitting against something hard, and her first thought was that she had fallen asleep sitting against the headboard of the bed, reading and drinking too much. Blinking slowly, she opened her eyes, not quite sure why it felt like peeling sandpaper away from her eyeballs, a strange taste of cotton in her mouth that she couldn't quite place.
"Abram?" She rasped, not quite come to yet. Trying to raise her hand to rub her eyes, she realized she couldn't move either hand, something chafing her wrists and preventing her from doing anything. Her head was pounding and screaming, and she blinked one more time, not recognizing the room she was in.
"Abram? Are you in here?"
She grabbed one of his files with her computer between the two of them so that he could scroll through the photos if he wanted and started to read Khan's file, blinking much more than normal and feeling sleepy. Attributing it to the drive and the lack of sleep the night before, she pushed on, slipping quickly into an all encompassing fog before losing consciousness entirely.
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When Claire came to, she was sitting against something hard, and her first thought was that she had fallen asleep sitting against the headboard of the bed, reading and drinking too much. Blinking slowly, she opened her eyes, not quite sure why it felt like peeling sandpaper away from her eyeballs, a strange taste of cotton in her mouth that she couldn't quite place.
"Abram?" She rasped, not quite come to yet. Trying to raise her hand to rub her eyes, she realized she couldn't move either hand, something chafing her wrists and preventing her from doing anything. Her head was pounding and screaming, and she blinked one more time, not recognizing the room she was in.
"Abram? Are you in here?"
