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Tessa woke up to her pillow moaning. Her eyes and head hurt. In fact, all of her hurt. "I haven't had this much of a hangover since Will decided it would be fun to go to a bar." She groaned and rubbed her forehead. She felt her pillow moan again. She sat up, and then wished she hadn't. The entire living room of the institute was covered in empty beer, vodka, and other miscellaneous alcohol bottles. She groaned as she saw the golden face of her grandson leaning over her. "Bloody hell Jace. What are you doing. Are you trying to give your grandmother a heart attack?" She asked, and instantly felt stupid. Grandma, heart attack. Yeah, it was times like these when Tessa Herondale truly felt old.
Jace grinned at her. "You're up." He said and backed away from her face. "No." She retorted. "I'm a flying dancing pink camel." She squinted at his face. Everything was a fuzzy blur. She felt her pillow moan and pull her down into its arms. She watched her grandson stifle a laugh. "You think this is funny, don't you?" She hissed. He nodded. Man, Herondale boys really don't hide their sarcasm well. "Screw you, Jace." She moaned and fell back into a deep drunken sleep.
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