Elara stirred in her bed, her head throbbing with an intensity that felt like a thousand drums pounding in unison. Slowly, she opened her eyes, squinting against the morning light that streamed through the window.
A wave of dizziness washed over her, and she groaned, her hand moving instinctively to her pounding temples. The memories of last night were still fuzzy, as if they were hiding in the depths of her mind, waiting to resurface.
"Ugghhh…" She groaned in pain. This was the first time she had ever consumed alcohol, and she didn't drink a small amount either, she drank glass after glass without stopping, it was to the point where even Vaan got worried.
Drunk Elara was a completely different person.
However, now the sober Elara had to face the consequences.