THE HANGOVER [astrid, gwen, & shiloh]

[ZERACHIEL]

Zerachiel awoke, the light streaming through the window nearly blinding her; groggily, she rolled onto her side, turning her back to the vivid orange sunbeams. The tiled floor pressed against her skin, pleasantly cool to the touch, and unbelievably comfortable beneath her. Although, she did not want to move an inch or even bat an eyelash, the angel forced herself off the ground, grabbing onto the couch for support. She swayed slightly, head throbbing, as her green gaze swept across the obviously and completely trashed hotel room. Running a hand through her hair, brushing back the stray strands from her face, Zerachiel remained silent, trying to piece together what had happened the night before. All she could recall was that Astrid, Shiloh, and herself, had traveled to Las Vegas with Gwen to celebrate her impending marriage to Dean. Now, all she had was a headache, slightly agitated stomach, and amnesia, as unhelpful reminders of their time spent roaming Sin City.

A wave of nausea washed over her and she gagged, vomiting over the side of the sofa. Wiping her mouth off on the back of her hand, Zerachiel frowned at the aftertaste, having the sudden desire to brush her teeth. However, she finally realized that she was not wearing any pants, which unsettled her further. Walking on unsteady feet, she began searching for her jeans, noting in alarm the number of beer bottles, and then the unfamiliar ring on her finger as it snagged against a cushion; that definitely was not hers. Swallowing back the bile rising within her throat, her heart began to beat wildly against her ribcage, panic permeating her thoughts, until it developed into a full-blown anxiety attack. Her breath came in short, uneven gasps, and she tugged frantically at her golden tresses, wondering what on earth had transpired yesterday. Had she broken her vows? Did she consume alcoholic beverages? Was she still a virgin? Oh God, what if she had actually slept with a man?

“You guys?” she inquired, voice rising in pitch, as the panic increased tenfold; she was hyperventilating by now. “What is going on?” Zerachiel hoped they had an answer to her question, or else she had finally crossed the threshold into the realm of insanity. Exhaling shakily, she felt her heart skip a beat. “I am going to Hell for sure.” This could not be happening.

And why was there a chicken in the room? That hadn't been there before. Had it?

[ASTRID NIGHT]

It was bright, for a moment that was the only thing Astrid was able to focus on. She squeezed her eyes tighter, shielding herself from the son. Doing this however, only seemed to increase the insistent throb enveloping her head. The sound of a voice pulled her out of her thoughts and she tried to focus on the voice. It was Zarachiel and for a moment she wondered if they were the only two awake. It felt like far to much effort to open her eyes and once she did she immediately winced at the intensity the sun seemed to hold this morning.

Pushing herself up Astrid tried to recall what had taken place the previous night. She couldn't remember much and she bit her lip, willing herself to draw up anything. Astrid could remember there being tequila, lots and lots of tequila. Astrid stood up and gave a nod of acknowledgment to Zerachiel to let her know she was up and made her way into the bathroom. The first thing she did was grip the sink tightly and take a few deep breaths, trying to focus on dulling the ache in her head. Astrid turned on the water as cold as she could and splashed her face a few times before looking up into the mirror.

She froze, staring at her reflection, her lips widening in shock. Her blond hair fell down just past her chin. When Astrid last remembered her hair had been almost down to her waist and now she was panicking. She had no recollection of cutting her hair, but there it was, short and simple as opposed to the long waves that she had been sporting before.

Astrid pulled herself out of her trance and made her way back into the other room, sparing a glance at the other girls. Everyone looked as if they were in just as bad of shape as her. She made her way over to stand next to Zerachiel, who looked just as panicked as she felt and she reached out and touched her shoulder.

"What happened? I don't remember anything"

It was Gwen's wedding soon, and no matter what happened they had to make sure that she was good and ready for that. Astrid groaned and brought her hands up to rub at her eyes and trying to figure out what the hell had happened last night.

[GWEN MORGAN]

There was many reasons Gwen didn't like parties. This was one of them. She had only had two bottles of beer and she felt like nothing in her life could ever repair the throbbing pain in her brain and the flashes of strange memories. Maybe not memories- dreams? Gwen fought against her bodies desire to wake up, clutching the pillow on the bed to her face and hiding for a moment until hearing the other girls start to speak up. Confusion. A spark of curiosity as everything didn't feel right. The feeling in the room was off as if there was tension and unhappiness. What had happened to all of them?

She threw her pillow to the side and let her sheets fall back on the bed as she rose with a whimper. Gwen shut her eyes tightly at the bright light but then blinked a couple times and stared at the other girls. Everyone looked panicked and she noticed that Zerachiel now had a ring on her finger... Astrid's hair was cut short and...was that a chicken in the room? She stared at it for a minute, brow furrowed and almost reached out to touch it to make sure it was really there and not just some strange hallucination.

The room spun for a moment and Gwen fell down on her butt, groaning. Only two drinks and she had gotten like this. How humiliating but that wasn't the most pressing issue. They had to figure out what the heck had just happened to all of them. "Does anyone remember what happened?" She let her words fall out softly as she tried to pretend her headache didn't exist anymore.

[SHILOH SUMMERLAND]

Soft and cold it was a strange mixture of sensations to feel, but that was what Shiloh woke up to feeling. At least that was what she was aware of in that fragile state between being fully asleep or fully awake. Either way she was quite aware of some of the things around her. Such as she knew for a fact that she was laying face down on some sort of small pile of pillows that were on the cold floor. Another things she was also aware of was that she was not wearing any pants at all, but that did not bother her as she was used to falling asleep in such a state.

She could also easily hear the murmur of voices in the room but at that moment she did not care one bit at all, as the only thing she wanted was to keep sleeping. She was notoriously know for being able to sleep through an entire war, or at least that was what Dean had claimed many time from the instances where she had fallen asleep in the back of the Impala and would not wake up for hours. But in this instance she was determined to keep on sleeping.

Though the voices were starting to annoy her a bit as they were not letting her fall back asleep. She had attempted to say something but from the way she was sleeping it was muffle severely, and there was also the fact that she was still asleep. So it came out as a low mumble into the pillows that no one was probably able to hear.

I wish they would all shut up, she thought to herself bitterly as she laid there in her spot unwilling to even attempt to get up and stop the noise. Mostly due to her crippling urge to be lazy and now want to risk having to wake up. She heard the heavy clinking of empty beer bottles and moving around the room, but still refused to get up at all.