[color=f26522]CELESTE BROWN[/color] - Sandy Coves Inn -- dawn

Something woke her just around sunrise.  What was it?  Some kind of loud whirring.

Or was that just the pounding in her head?

[b][i]Thump thump thump.[/i][/b]

...nope, that was a knock on the door.  Celeste opened her eyes slowly, the meagre sunlight causing her to wince, even then.

The knock came again.  "Manager Celeste, are you there?  Are you well?"

Celeste made to reply, her voice coming out as a choked gargle.  She sat up and swayed, immediately reaching up to hold her head.  Archie knocked yet again.  "Y-yeah, I'm coming," she squawked.  She crab-walked down the length of the bed in an attempt not to disturb Sara, rounded the corner, and opened the door.  "I'm here."

"Oh, thank goodness!  I had almost thought you had disappeared during the night.  You weren't in your room, and I checked all the other rooms for you.  This was the last one to check, and I didn't want to, ahem, disrupt a paying guest."

"It's fine, Archie, thank you for...for...one second," she held up a finger, whipped around to dash into the bathroom, and vomited into the toilet.  She panted, then hurled again, trying not to get her hair caught in the way.

"Oh dear," the robot cooed.  "Was it something you ate?"

The mere suggestion of food was enough to cause her to throw up yet again.  Her stomach seized painfully, squeezing itself, though it was quite empty by then.  She wiped her mouth on her sleeve, stood slowly, then left Sara's room, gently closing the door behind her.  "Moonshine," she finally offered.  "Just a bit too much."  Celeste squeezed her eyes shut, willing the dizzy spell to end quickly.  "I think I should lie down for a bit."  She wobbled past the robot and slowly moved down the stairs.  On her way through the lobby, she noticed the plate of scones still sitting out.  She picked one up and carried it to her room.  Once on her bed, she shed her shoes and stared at the scone, willing herself to take a bite, but her stomach turning at the very thought.  Instead, she elected to just set it down, and laid back onto her bed.

"Brandy, that sure is some potent stuff," she sighed out loud.  Archie floated in, carrying a glass of water and sat it onto the night stand next to the scone.

"Shall I fetch you some pain killers, manager?"

"Ah...yeah, yeah that sounds good," she panted, trying to keep herself from having to get up and be sick, again.  "Close the curtain, please?"