>>10452256>>10453587(OOC: I'm timeskipping ahead so that Colby can make her weekend meeting with the Yellow Empress without stretching the definition of "weekend" even more badly.)
Several hours later, Colby is jarred out of her sleep by the familiar jaunty melody of her morning alarm song going off on her phone. The wine is still thick in her head, and it's not until the vocals kick in.....
>It must be getting early>Clocks are running late>Paint-by-number morning sky looks so phony.... that Colby realizes her situation and bolts up, diving across the room to the dresser where she silences the alarm. She throws a glance back to her presumably-annoyed bedmate, Amy Flame, with an apologetic cringe.
>"Uh, sorry Amy. I, uh, was so tipsy and tired and overwhelmed I forgot to unset my alarm last night....."Though Colby's head is foggy from the wine, she remembers all of last night. She gazes out the window at the pool briefly at the spot where she'd been sitting and drinking at the end of the night [*draw the curtains, I don't care cause it's all right*], then shakes off the memory.
It's time to get ready. They'd planned on a grueling training regimen with the Divine Angels today, and then she had a meeting with the Yellow Empress this evening. She felt weak and shaky, her head was mush, and her lower back was screaming at her again.
It's time to get ready.
