Hangovers are the worst

Molly had no clue as to how she got home, waking up hanging half off her bed at about 2 o’clock in the afternoon. She was grateful for the fact that her curtains had been drawn, knowing that any kind of light would easily intensify her already pounding headache.

Molly blinked her eyes, trying hard to remember anything from last night, mostly recalling the amount of shots she and Chase had managed to down within the first hour of the party starting.
She recalled that someone had taken off their clothes as well, a bit of a panic coming to her face before looking down, relieved that she was still wearing her dress from the night before.
Molly closed her eyes tightly, a pain shooting through her head, telling her to stop thinking so hard. Opening her eyes halfway, she flopped out of bed and onto the ground, slowly getting up and walking to her kitchen to get a glass of water and some aspirin. Maybe she should eat something too. She shook her head, not exactly in the mood to cook anything for herself. Downing the pills and the glass, she walked back to her bedroom, slipping out of her dress and into a large t-shirt and sweatpants. She walked into her living room and planked onto her couch, waiting for her headache to ease up before going out to tend to her farm.