https://archive.palanq.win/bant/thread/19522010/#19549413Carmody wakes up to the sun on her face, feeling terrible. Her head is pounding, and there's a dull pain behind her eyeballs. Her skin is flushed and puffy, her stomach a sour, burning pit. The inside of her mouth is dry and gummy, and she has to pee.
But there's light on her face. The door to her storage is open. And there's someone else standing there.
Her mind starts to craft an absurd scenario: she's back home in Arkansas and one of the sheriff's deputies is about to tell her he'll take her home to her folks and let this drop, but he doesn't wanna find her like this again. But as her head clears and filters back to the present, and she blinks away the blur in her aching eyes and acclimates to the light, she sees that it's one of the other wrestlers. She's seen this woman before on TV several times, knows her name..... shit, what is it?
>"Nefertiti."She finds the answer out loud.
Carmody picks herself up from the floor. What can she say? There's no explaining this, it is what it looks like. She forces a queasy smile and looks at Nefertiti again.
>"I had a rough day, you know? And, uhh, I guess a rough night."Her phone has notifications on it; she hasn't seen the texts from Sola and Priscilla yet. She should check it soon. But first:
>"You've been watchin' over me while I was passed out? Th-thanks, I guess. Glad it was you, and not the cops finding me, or some pervert."She gets to her feet, and remembers herself enough to offer a cringing, mumbled introduction.
>"My name's Carmody Jefferson. Maybe you know me from wrestling?"She winces.
>"Sorry you had to see me like this. This ain't a normal thing for me." 