As Maggie Doyle woke herself up, she yawned and stretched her arms above her head.
The smell of stale beer and smoke filled the air, reminding her of the long night she had just endured.
She looked around at the dimly lit room, taking note of the empty bottles scattered across the floor and tables.
A faint light began to creep through the grimy windows as dawn approached.
With a sigh, Maggie stood up from her makeshift bed - an old coat thrown over a pile of hay - and made her way towards a nearby bucket filled with cold water.
She undid the buttons on her shirt and let it fall to the ground before stepping into the bucket with one foot.
The icy water sent shivers down her spine as she submerged herself fully, washing away any remaining traces of sleep from last night's festivities.
