Ariel's head hurt, and her throat felt as though she could drink the ocean and it would still remain dry.
Fine wine or not, she was never drinking again.
Every time that she got super drunk, Ariel always made the same promise to herself. But after a little while, with her mind having conveniently forgotten how horrible hangovers were, she always broke that promise.
But whenever she told herself that she was not drinking again, in the moment she really, really meant it. And that current moment was no different. If she ever saw a drop of alcohol again, it would be too soon. Those were Ariel's thoughts, as she slowly blinked awake, experience having taught her not to do so too quickly. To just let herself adjust before prying her eyelids open. When she managed the feat without screaming in agony, and throwing a hand over her face to block out the light. Ariel felt like cheering, but she knew that loud noises would be a bad idea.
