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[indent][indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080]It was a miracle that Blair managed to find her way back to her cabin. Her luck, however, did run out when it came to making it to her bed. One look at the stairs in her drunken state was enough to deter her from trying, even barefoot. The last thing she needed was a concussion. She imagined it’d be days before anyone would even think to look for her and by that point she’d be dead. [i]Very[/i] optimistic.

Since when did she become a depressed drunk? [i]Damn.[/i] 

The couch was as good of a place as any to spend the night. It was soft, there was a blanket, and it meant she wasn’t left outside to pass out and be found in the morning embarrassed, or a popsicle… Or an embarrassed popsicle. 

Blair was able to find her way to the couch… or halfway. She might have [i]started[/i] fully on the couch but by the time those god damn announcements blared throughout her cabin like the world’s worst alarm clock, half of her body was hanging over the edge… Which turned into her whole body slipping over the edge, falling onto the ground and slamming her knee into the coffee table with a loud thud. She groaned in exhaustion and pain and annoyance as she dragged the blanket from the couch and draped it over her head to block out the light pouring in through the windows and this [i]River’s[/i] obnoxious ass announcement about training. 

[i]Why did ‘River’ sound familiar? Something to do with Anissa and a nipple?[/i] She could figure that out later… After coffee… and half a bottle of ibuprofen. 

She laid on the ground longer than she should have in some half awake half dead state of existence. Everything hurt her brain… breathing, moving, existing. Blair made a mental note, somewhere in the middle of the icepick lobotomy pain that she’d never let herself get drunk like that again. It worked last time for at [i]least[/i] a year. So maybe this time she would last two years. 

[i]Eventually[/i], Blair forced herself to sit up. She lingered on the ground for a minute or two with squinted eyes and tired to push through the blinding and piercing sunlight… It didn’t work. Conceding to the fact that she was going to be miserable the rest of the day, she used the couch for support and climbed to her feet. She leaned against the armrest waiting for the headrush to subside and the world to stop spinning before she finally took a step and made her way toward the stairs. It took her several minutes to climb her way up to her room and drag herself into the shower, where she promptly sat on the ground, still fully dressed. The hot water was sobering and woke her up, but did nothing for the throbbing pain in her frontal lobe. 

Blair didn’t have the best grasp of time but she was aware enough to know she was wasting it. She honestly would have loved to skip training entirely and disappear in a mound of blankets, but she also knew that if she didn’t show up it’d only be a matter of time before Lochlan or this new leader came banging on her door. And just the thought of someone loudly pounding on her cabin door was enough to make her head hurt more. She gave herself five more minutes before dragging herself out of the shower and swallowing more ibuprofen than anyone would recommend was healthy.

Of course, in typical Blair fashion, she never really packed any athletic clothing. She recalled having something vaguely appropriate but it was more in line with athletic brands that made clothing that was meant to be cute, fitness street fashion, and less functional, rather than something women would actually work out in. That was the best she had. It was that or a mini skirt and pumps, so she settled for the general concept. At least it was pants and sneakers… Although they were like four inch wedge sneakers, so again, not the most practical. [i]Whatever.[/i] After twisting her hair up into a claw clip and putting on her darkest sunglasses, she grabbed a coat and headed out of her cabin. 

As if being hungover wasn’t bad enough, the sunlight reflecting off the pure white snow was [i]actually[/i] torture. It was the one and only thing that gave her enough motivation to put a little pep in her step and get to the arena faster, if only to spare her eyes and headache the additional strain. Stepping into the coliseum, she was thankful that it was warmer inside, relieving one of the [i]many[/i] external stressors that made every discomfort she was feeling worse. She briefly scanned the group of people who had already arrived. But when she didn’t see one of the small handful of people she could tolerate sitting with, she wandered her way to an empty section of the stands. Coincidentally, she also chose a seat that was as far away as possible from Nelly, knowing the girl to always be [i]far[/i] too loud for her current state of mind. Taking a page from Andy’s book, she pulled off her jacket but rather than using it as a pillow, Blair draped it over her face to block out the sun as she laid across the bench. Maybe if she was lucky, leader-boy wouldn’t notice her and she could nap through training… [i]unlikely.[/i][/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]

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