"Oh god..." she mumbles, pressing the heels of her hands into her pounding temples.
"Sssshhh...too loud," Even though she knows Sally's whispering it sounds like she's shouting.
She should just keep her eyes closed and slip back into sleep and maybe her brain will stop trying to escape her head by bashing itself against her skull.
Except she has to know-- She always has to know, it's why she knew she had to become a police officer.
Groaning softly, she opens her eyes.
Their apartment is a wreck. Beer bottles, napkins, and cups litter the floor, chip and pretzel crumbs are ground into the carpet. There is someone's bra hanging from the ceiling and a quick check confirms it's not hers, thank god.
However, she is wearing a very nearly see-through pink nightie and she can feel her pigtails drooping. Oh right... costume party. Damn Sally for talking me into this stupid idea... Steven, her teddy bear is near by, clutching a half-empty beer bottle and a note. Slowly, she reaches out and takes both.
A good deep swig of the beer eases her throbbing head and makes it possible to decipher the messy handwriting:
Helpful Hint: Wait until you're sober before trying that again.
--Joe
PS: What's with the bear?
"Sally, what did I do last night?"