Captured for Interrogation

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"Alright, sounds fair. We'll play again when we're sober," she said, smiling. She yawned, tired. "Should we head to bed?" she asked.
 
The next afternoon, when they finally awoke, it was to the sun pouring into their window. Alexis groaned as she rolled over and buried her head underneath the pillows.
 
Nikolai saw her rise and got her a plate of greasy eggs and bacon. "Eat up, it's going to be a good day," he said,
 
"That's what they all say," she mumbled, reluctantly removing the pillow from her face. The lump on her head from the coffee table was a brilliant purple and blue, and nicely swollen.
 
After breakfast, Alexis flopped back on the bed. "So, within the space of 78 hours, I fall in the bathroom and banged my face off a coffee table," she groaned.
 
"I feel like the world's biggest doofus," she moaned. She sat up and leaned against the headboard of the bed.
 
"You weren't the one who decided to line herself up right next to the coffee table, facing it," Alexis pointed out.
 
She sighed. "Okay," she said. She closed her eyes, trying to keep the world from spinning. "I think I may've given myself a concussion. And no, we're not going to go to Fort Andrews, or anywhere else for that matter. I really don't want to admit that I was playing Twister while drunk and ended up getting beaten by my coffee table."
 
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