When I managed to come to, I feel like I was having the worst hangovers in my entire life... which was weird because I don't really remember drinking. Pearl isn't against alcohol, but she doesn't really like it when I get drunk because I often get too handsy–
My eyes shot open.
PEARL–!
What... what is this smell? Smoke? No... incense, I realized a few seconds after–wafted ominously around me, clinging to my very being like they were intending to suffocate me with the smell alone as I blearily tried to make out my surroundings, squinting through the darkness.
The scattered candles were not even helping to give me a clue about what the fuck just happened and where the hell am I as I tried to move my head.
Keyword: tried.
Because someone suddenly grabbed my neck from somewhere behind me and forced my head down–and they weren't being nice about it either.
...Motherfucker.