Whew… That was a night…? The black beauty found bleary eyed and perhaps a little bit challenged when it came to the topic of conducting herself with forward motion which remained in a straight line after what had been an unexpectedly intense evening of inebriation and excitement the night before, Ursula Wilke couldn't help but to run her fingers back through that mulberry tainted mane and smack her lips together as she fought off the effect of a lingering hangover, and looked around herself as she trudged along in search of something to try and stymy the effects she currently suffered from.
Head's still kinda pounding… Shit. Kinda feels like I've been drinking gravel too…? Principle among these things the way in which it seemed like some unkind thing was inside her skull and bashing upon her cerebellum with every step that she took, along with that it felt as if every ounce of moisture within her had seemed to be drained away to the point that her form and throat in particular felt as if she it had become some walking desert, and so she aimed to quench her thirst in order to take care of that and hopefully perk herself up too…