There has to be about a zillion descriptions trying to explain a hangover. Sickness in the stomach, multiple answers to nature's call, and of course the very popular throbbing headache. Though many have said they see dancing dolphins which might be used for this purpose.
A little ache here and a little soreness there if legs aren't closed properly the night before. The truth is there's no description for a crazy hangover.
"Mmm," Mabel moaned, throwing up inside the bowl in front of her, with her hand holding her aching head.
Harriet poured more water on the girl's head, patting her back. When she felt her own sickness rising, she turned her face and threw up on the other side.
A lot had happened during the Festival of Maidens and the result was showing just a wick before dawn.
"We have to mmm," Mabel moaned, rubbing her stomach. "To...go to mistress," the girl threw up again, this time falling down to her knees.
