Kavaa awoke to Olephia prodding her arm. They had both fallen asleep on the balcony, wrapped under separate blankets. Olephia had rolled a mat to stare at the stars, Kavaa had simply reclined against the wall, she had slept in far worse before. And the stars had been pretty.
And the alcohol had sent her off to sleep. Five empty bottles were lined up against the wall. They were Divines after all. Olephia made a sour expression and pointed to her head. Then her tummy. Kavaa blinked grogginess away as she stretched out from under the blanket. Olephia grabbed Kavaa's hand, placed the palm on her head, and made a pained expression.
Kavaa blinked and realised what she was trying to communicate.
Poor Olephia had a hangover.
