Cassandra had never felt this physical effect until today. Sure, the headaches could get quite bad due to her brain grape, but this just might actually be worse. She never went out clubbing before and quite frankly, after this experience, she wasn't really sure she ever wanted to again.

Her hangover was almost instant when Ezekiel finished the picture of Colonel Eve Baird that was actually made up of many images of Dorian Gray. After Baird left to go chase the current enemy, Cassandra couldn't do anything but to hang over Ezekiel Jones, her fellow Librarian in training. Most of the actual effects were slowly going away, other than her hangover which continued to send waves of pain to her head. She couldn't help but slowly sink down to the ground, resting her head on the desk of Dorian Gray and covering her eyes that seemed to be oversensitive to light.

A short while later, Colonel Baird and Jenkins appeared and saw a very hungover Cassandra on the ground with Ezekiel doing his best to help his friend by having turned off most of the lights in the room.

"Cassandra, how are you feeling?" Eve asked as she and Jenkins approached them.

"Please, stop screaming! It hurts too much..." Cassandra replied in a whisper. Baird and Ezekiel got on either side of Cassandra and slowly lifted her from the ground, while she moaned in protest of the movement.

"Come on Cassandra, let's get you back to the Annex," were Jenkin's first words since him and Colonel Baird entered the room.

"We can get something to eat when we get back. It might make you feel better! How about tacos?" Ezekiel said, trying to comfort Cassandra as they moved towards the elevator to take them back downstairs.

Cassie did her best to block out all the noise as they walked through the club. She was still being helped along by Ezekiel and Eve when they reached the door. Most of the people waiting to get inside were gone now, either in the actual club or they gave up and decided to go home. Cassie had no idea what time it was, but she guessed it was probably around 2 or 3 in the morning. Her mind tried to calculate how long they had been in there, but this immediately shot pain through her head, almost sending her to the ground.

"Cassie!" she heard a voice say loudly. It was a familiar voice. Warm, but worry evident in the speech.

At this point, Cassandra was on the edge of consciousness and unconsciousness. The world seemed like it was spinning and there was no way she could stop it, no mathematical equation could stop the rotation that she was seeing. Then everything went dark.

She was moving somehow, but she wasn't in control. She was swaying slowly. Cassie tried to open her eyes, but the light was too much and she immediately closed them again. Trying to extend her arms a bit to get a feel of where she was, she touched a firm object that seemed to be holding her close. She finally realized someone was carrying her.

She continued to feel around, realizing that the firm object was a chest and the upper abdominal area of a man. She blushed, but she doubted it could be visible, already feeling her face was flushed from her hangover. She could feel the muscles contracting as her carrier breathed in and out. Inhaling and exhaling.

The side of her head was resting against the man's upper chest and in the crook of his neck while the back of her head seemed to rest against the man's slightly bulging biceps. She moved a bit in his arms and she could feel the muscles tense reflexively.

"Easy now darlin' we are almost back to the annex," the words presented themselves with a slight accent. The words were warm and soft.

Jake. Jacob Stone is carrying me.

"Jacob?" she whispered into his neck, taking the time to let her senses take in the form and smell of the man carrying her. She smelled his cologne that she was used to smelling when they were on their missions, but under his cologne she smelled summer smells that often presented themselves when she was in Stone's presence. She breathed in deeply.

"Yeah, it's me Cassie," the voice was faint to her ears as the waves of pain began to wrack her brain again. She grabbed a piece of his shirt and clung to it for dear life.

"It hurts, Jake."

"I know darlin' just hold on to me, we are walking into the annex now. You'll be okay."

His words faded into oblivion and she seemed to follow them. Darkness consumed her once again.