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She'd had all of eight hard melonades last night, before Bar had started giving her regular ones instead.

She hadn't noticed at that point, already too drunk even to care.

This morning afternoon however, was a different story. Skwisgaar was curled up against one arm of the couch, groaning occasionally when a sound was too loud or too close, head in her hands.

Nope, even the impressive rack wasn't helping the hangover any.