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Hangovers are never a good thing, especially not ones taking place at extra-dimensional pubs.
Though freedom was certainly a thing to be celebrated, it's important to celebrate in moderation. After all, just one bad night drinking could lead to bar fights, injuries, stunts leading to your own injury, or something even worse.
Well, it was a bit late for that now.
A thick, cloudy haze hungover the area in which the free Kumiho now lay, the stench of week-old garbage covering the area and filling her nose with smells that really shouldn't have been. And the pain was atrocious as well, a pounding headache seeming not to pulse just through the head of the being, but all the way down to her neck as well.
Classic hangover symptoms, the result of a night spent drinking for way too long. Getting up and off of the stone-cold concrete felt like peeling yourself off of your bed after an eight hour night of sleep. Except the bed is made of cold stone. And the air is made of cold stone. And it feels like your head is made of cold stone.
But, ever a deterministic one, the Kumiho dragged herself to her feet and immediately began to check herself for any unexpected injuries or newly acquired sharp objects stabbed into her. The good news is that there was neither of those present, and that surprise self-done outdoor surgery would not be on the list of things to do today. Interestingly enough though, there was a note tucked into a shirt pocket.
Thank you for coming to Stackers!™ We hope you enjoyed your stay!
It was written on a business-card sort of object, obviously handed out to all the patrons of the bar. What was more concerning to the Kumiho was the presence of a shirt pocket. Looking at herself, she realized that she was dressed in what one could consider to be business casual clothing. The actual wearing of the clothes wasn't what concerned her, it was the lack of the clothes that she was wearing when she was actually arrived at the bar in question. The robing was precious to her, and that wasn't something one could just replace.
Cue the searching. Hopefully, they wouldn't be too far, or gone altogether for that matter. The trash was disgusting to look at and even more violating for the nose, but what had to be done had to be done. Surely enough, after enough searching, a set of familiar robing was found underneath a garbage can. And it was disgusting. Greasy, dirty, and an eyesore. One thing was for certain, wearing them again could wait, and the business casual clothes would have to do.
Wearing different clothing is always uncomfortable, that feeling of being a fish out of water is certainly something that everyone experiences at least once in their lives when wearing clothes that don't match their usual style, like wearing a suit at a wedding when you're accustomed to the casual T-Shirt and Jeans look. Now imagine that feeling, but if you'd been wearing loose-fitting traditional robing throughout your whole life. Even walking felt different in the jeans, but that may very well have been a fault of the nasty hangover as well.
A semi-dirty hat sat on the ground nearby as well, thankfully that would be suitable for covering her more anomalous features for the time being. For now, the first step was to find out where she was currently at, then hopefully get on her feet and think about what to do next.
It's difficult to not look hungover, especially when one is not very used to being hungover in the first place, and there were definitely some confused looks from the population of the town, not really used to seeing a Korean woman dressed like she just left work with the world's worst headache and a proper vendetta worth killing someone over.
It didn't take much searching for the woman to find out where she was, the cozy little city of Laughlin, Nevada. Pretty place, just shiny enough that it wasn't unreasonable to see a businessman, or woman, stumbling around after a bad night - or several - at the casino. Most likely the reason she hadn't had the police called on her, thank god for that.
If you're here.
Take a lookit the stuff I already made.
