first one who touches the ground loses

Octavia was up earlier than she should have been - or than she wanted to be, truth be told. Last night's party had gone on long enough and, more importantly, she'd had more than enough to drink (or to ingest, thanks jello shots) to call for her staying in bed until much later. But the ensuing headache was exactly what had driven her out of bed in the first place: into the bathroom and then the galley, slumping down in the booth and praying the painkillers would kick in soon.

She didn't remember getting home. She could only hope it hadn't involved Lucifer carrying her anywhere along the way. But she remembered... other things, though. Snatches of a sadness that made her uneasy, now. (Ashamed.) Red fabric, and --

Ugh.

At least it was quiet, on the ship. And at least she'd managed to slip out of bed without disturbing anyone else in it too much.

Small blessings.

[ooc: Establishy, but also open if anyone is so inclined, yes.]

In the end, it had been a very long, very happy night of drinking and laughing and dancing until there'd been no strength or energy left for any more of it, and only just barely enough for the trek through town to the port and the Rouge sometime in the... honestly, pretty late hours of the morning. Maybe? Octavia, at least, had lost track of time sometime very soon after midnight.

Regardless, after all that effort, being unconscious was a wonderful thing.

So of course it wouldn't last much longer anymore. The discomfort of just about everything was starting to seep in, clearing away sleep from its path. Octavia had apparently given up on getting out of her party clothes - such as they were - after undoing her belt, which meant the buckle was now digging into her hip because she'd rolled over onto it, and her cheek was smushed up against something that had to be Duke, judging by the warmth which by itself was actually nice, but the position of her head was wonky and straining her neck, now.

Slowly, Octavia rolled onto her back. Or, she tried for slow but ended up just limply flopping onto it. Which her head did not like, by the way, judging by the nasty throb of pain at her temple. She groaned quietly, and tried to shut her eyes even tighter.

Maybe sleep would still come back to her and save her from this nightmare that was clearly just getting started on tormenting her.

[ooc: For that gently modded guy whose boat this is.]