One would think that after receiving hangovers for a more than sufficient amount of time that one's body would soon become at least partially resistant to the detriments such a thing brought on. After all, that was traditionally how most things functioned, and it only seemed logical to assume the same for an alcohol-induced headache. Apparently that wasn't the case, because Kadrak's head was still pounding as it so often did after a night out with the one and only [member="Zatten Black"]. But it was nothing unusual, and so she was somewhat adjusted to functioning just the same as usual.
By the time he shifted position she was already more or less half-awake, though the headache she was currently nursing made it more difficult to entirely register her surroundings. A sleepy murmur made its way past her lips, but even she wasn't entirely certain just what she had been trying to communicate. Slowly she rolled over to face him, reaching up with one hand to rub some of the sleep from her eyes, yawning quietly. No words were spoken yet, and for a moment she settled for nuzzling up against his chest, finding solace in his presence alone.
"Remind me to stop at two or three the next time. Hangovers aren't really my thing." Her voice was quiet and still very much sleep-riddled, but at least she was awake now. Sort of. With eyes still half-closed she stretched up to press a kiss to his lips, smiling as she did so. "Sometime we should just have a night in. I wouldn't mind staying like this for a night or two. No one would get shot or swung at, anyway." Of course, that was commonplace enough in their typical routine. If no fights broke out it was considered a slow night.
"What's in the cards today, then? We busy?"
