it's precisely 1:45 in the morning and pandora has had way too much to drink. it's quite normal for her to have already had too much to drink because like with everything else in her life she really knows no limits, and so her world is spinning but she has yet to notice since she's in some nightclub she has already forgotten the name of, and there are just way too many people around her. around her and on her is a lot more like it but this time she doesn't mind because the person on her is tall and dark-haired and quite muscular just like she likes 'em. every five or so minutes this person leans over and kisses her. she isn't the PDA type and she's most definitely not the kiss-every-five-minutes type but she let's it slide because he truly is very good looking and of course she's just had way too much to drink. nevermind the fact that he reminds her of someone, a good someone. nevermind that. he has a foreign accent which excites her because it'll be that much easier to forget him and have him forget about her. she likes it that way.
at precisely 2:45 in the morning he invites her to spend the night, or really the rest of the morning, at his hotel room. she'll only stay a few hours max but he doesn't know that so he's smiling at her the whole way there and he keeps doing the kiss-every-fucking-five-minutes thing which she has to stop because c'mon... who really needs to kiss someone so much in such a short period of time? she can barely stand up, let alone walk, so he has to hold her up most of the way and he wastes no time getting her out of the way too short dress she's wearing. 'a straight shooter, perfect,' she thinks to herself with her eyes half closed in some sort of squint as an attempt to somehow get the room to stop. spinning. she's laying on the hotel bed shortly thereafter and she's annoyed at how much he smiles so, of course in pure pandora breckenridge fashion, she isn't smiling. he's done fairly quickly, something she's grateful for because the room still hasn't stopped spinning and had he lasted another second she surely would have puked all over him. he falls asleep on top of her which is yet another thing she can't stand but she's grateful for that too because the more he annoys her the less he reminds her of someone, a good someone.
now it's precisely 4:56 in the morning and she's stumbling out of the hotel room with no real clue as to where she's going. the numbing effect of all of the alcohol she had is beginning to wear off and it's a shame because she can almost feel that annoying feeling she gets when she's almost about to cry. that awful feeling never actually develops enough for any real tears to break through but it makes her want to vomit, so she does vomit right on the side of the street where she's waiting for a cab. thankfully, the cab driver is a nice guy and that stupid feeling is gone, so when he askes her 'you okay, doll?' she kindly chimes back a quick 'i'm perfect.' she checks things off of a mental list one by one: shoes check purse check phone check and smiles when she's assured of the fact she hasn't left anything behind not knowing that she did in fact leave something back in the hotel room. something important.