Post-Cubefall OOM

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The results of a drinking contest between someone with a super-human metabolism and someone without are sadly predictable.

It's a nice suite, and the view from the couch includes Annabelle's wall of weapons, which may help Tanya figure out where she is. The arsenal includes the rifles Tanya gifted her with, a sawed-off shotgun, a small pile of grenades, the armored vest, and the re-painted Combine body armor.

The rest of the room doesn't provide much in the way of help, although Annabelle's pistols are slung, holstered, over one of the bedposts.

Someone appears to be in the bathroom, if the light under the closed door is any indication.

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There is silence.

Then a groan.

Then cursing, and she has not even opened her eyes yet.

You see, the Demons of The Bottle have turned her eyelashes into lead and are building and overpass between the two halves of her brain.

It is rather funny how Tanya curses in five languages.

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Well, Annabelle did warn her. Tanya's cursing is followed by the sound of water shutting off and a door opening. Someone in bare feet is moving across the room and then rummaging in a drawer, muttering something indistinct.

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Darkness. Darkness is her friend, Tanya still her her eyes shut and an arm over them.

She is an interesting sight, in over sized male clothes.

Groans (not too loud) seem to be all she can do after the round of profanity.

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Annabelle finds the hangover cure potion in one final burst of rummaging, and walks quietly over to the couch.

"You look like hell," she says quietly. If Tanya's capable of opening her eyes at this point, she'll see that Annabelle is wearing shorts and a tank-top.

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"Feel worse."

It takes her a moment to open eyes a bit, then she winces and closes them again. "Feels like someone is digging Zollverein in my head while giving a garbage truck party in my mouth."

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"I'm not surprised," Annabelle says dryly. The bottle is placed in her hand. "It tastes vile, but it will cure your hangover."

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"Can't be more vile than how my mouth tastes right now." Tanya drinks from the bottle, and is proved right.

Barely.

"What day is today?"

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"The 29th, I think. We may have lost a day or so. Time...slips for me sometimes."

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"Ugh. I herebt renounce booze... at least until the memory of this hangover fades."

Tanya lays there, eyes closed. "Last thing I remember is telling you about the picnic in the ruins of the Kremlin..."

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Hopefully, the hangover potion will kick in soon and Tanya will feel a bit less like something the cat dragged in.

"You became rather incoherent shortly after that," Annabelle says with a smile. "Are you thirsty? You probably ought to have some water..."

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Tanya gives a sigh. "First I need to rinse my mouth. And scrape my tongue, gargle with water and salt, brush my teeth. Then repeat it a few times in a different order." But she smirks, trying to sit up. "I guess you did warn me."

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"You can use the bathroom here, if you want. Housekeeping even left me an extra toothbrush the other day." Annabelle does not say 'I told you so', but she's thinking it.

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"Thank you." Annabelle earned the right to say 'I told you so' a few times over, but Tanya is grateful that her friend spares her that.

She takes a bit to stand up, and then shambles to the bathroom.

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Annabelle's earned a few 'I told you so's' herself over the years.

The bathroom is mostly empty and thus clear of clutter. (The only item that might qualify as sterotypically girly stuff is the sandalwood scented soap.) The items that Tanya needs are, thankfully, out on the countertop and not squirreled away in a drawer somewhere.

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Oh, goodie; Tanya will take her time ending the garbage truck party in her mouth, emerging from the bathroom less of a wreck a half hour later. "I think I am starting to feel human again..."

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The narration has mentioned before that Annabelle is rather...bendy. Apparently, while Tanya was at work cleaning up in the bathroom Annabelle decided to occupy herself with yoga.

Seemingly entirely at ease in what would, for most people, be an extremely awkward position, Annabelle quietly replies, "Good. Is the potion helping any?".

Now that she's feeling slightly more human, Tanya might notice some of the scars that Annabelle's typical outfits usually hide. None of them are disfiguring, but their presence speaks of a more violent life than most people are comfortable imagining...

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Tanya sits down, rubbing eyes: she did also wash face and hands, but a bath will have to wait. "I think so, I am starting to realize how filthy I am." She gives a wry smile.

"I guess I should haul myself to my room, send these clothes to be burned and soak in the tub for a bit?"

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Annabelle twists out of the Yoga pose. "If you're sure that you'll be all right," Annabelle says, still a bit concerned. "You were out of it for quite a while..."

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Tanya blinks out of a small reverie; she was watching her friend and admiring her. "Oh, you would keep old noxious me around, unwashed and still brain-addled?" She winks and stretches. "Seriously, I need a bath. I smell pickled..."

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"It's the brain-addled that worries me," Annabelle replies dryly. "It would be tragic for you to survive the drinking only to drown in the tub..."

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"Hmm..." Tanya grins to her. "If you want to give me a bath, I will not protest, honey."

"But I still need other clothes, I am definitely sending these to be burned. You have any idea where I left my guns?"

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"I don't think you're that out of it," Annabelle dryly replies. "I do, however, have a tub that you can use and I think I'm close enough to your size that you can borrow some clothes..."

The question about her guns gets a cough and some pointing to an end-table not too terribly far from the couch.

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"Told you." She flashes another smirk. "Brain addled..."

She then rubs eyes, nodding. "I think I will take your offer, then I can finish telling you about the picnic and our skeet-shooting contest using captured soviet officers' insignia..."

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Annabelle rummages through her closet for an appropriate set of clothes. "The skeet shooting sounds like an interesting challenge if the insignia are the size I'm used to," Annabelle replies.

Clothes found, she turns back to Tanya and grins. "I might have to tell you about my first visit to Singapore in return..."

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"Sounds interesting already." Tanya smirks, pulling off her shirt. "Have a plastic bag or something for me to stuff these clothes in? Or they will stink up the place..."