Huh...? Where am I? I don't recognize this ceiling...and I'm not on a bed. Is this a couch? Where-...oh, right, now I remember.
I'm at Ziva's place, for the drinking party or whatever...looking at the number of unopened bottles on the coffee table, she definitely bought way too much alcohol.
Still, I feel like total crap right now...my head doesn't hurt or anything, but it feels so heavy, and my body feels so lethargic and dead. This really sucks...
"Oh, you're awake, Zax...," Came my sister's voice, sounding a lot weaker and let cheerful than usual.
She was peeking out from under a couple of cushions, which she'd buried her head under. Sofia was passed out on the floor, probably having fallen off the sofa she was on.
"You look awful, sis. I did warn you multiple times that you were drinking too much," I replied wryly.
"Shut up, please talk more quietly...my head is killing me," She grumbled irritably.
