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Or rather, Georgie almost fell asleep. A loud pounding on her door startled her. She sat up, heart pounding and breathless. Were they being attacked again? Though, she suspected the wiccan would blow another hole through the mansion and wouldn't bother knocking on the door. 

[color=coral]"Georgie, can we talk?"[/color] Sabrina called through the door.

A familiar voice, one she didn't want to hear any time soon since she yelled at her before. Sabrina's never yelled at her before. As much as she doesn't want to admit it, it hurt and shocked her and made her cry. She's not a little girl anymore. There's no one she can cry to when she's sad or scared. She hasn't had a shoulder since she moved to London a decade ago. No one was there for her when she needed them, so she doesn't need anyone now.

[color=CE6857]"What's there to talk about? I hate it here. Everyone hates me. Leave me 'lone!"[/color] she yelled, accent thick in her drunken slur.

She leaned down for her house shoe. A wave of dizziness came over her from her sudden position change. She fell off the bed, creating a loud thud.

[color=CE6857]"Ow,"[/color] she groaned.

The fall didn't stop her from her mission. She grabbed the shoe and lobbed it at the door.

[color=CE6857]"S'en aller!"[/color] she tried to yell again, but her words were cut off by her vomiting up all she's drank in the last thirty minutes. She head hurt, her stomach hurt. Drinking on an empty stomach was a mistake and she didn't make mistakes. She retched over and over, holding her stomach. She didn't have the strength to make it off the floor to bathroom, so she sat there and suffered. This was the worst night of her life.