Party Poison's POV
I woke with a start, shattering the remains of a nightmare. The adrenaline shot me into a seated position, and it took a few moments to remember how to breathe. Then I noticed it, there was a suspicious lack of desert sand below me. I readjusted and took in my surroundings, I was in some kind of cave, there was a lot more shrubbery outside than I remember from last night, and a half empty can of water was beside the smoldering embers of a fire to my left.
Overall, I had no fucking clue where I was.
All I could remember was getting wasted, and at some point I passed out in the sand dunes, everything in between was pretty blurry, and just thinking about it made my hangover worse. I tried standing, wobbling on the way up, and took a few cautious steps toward the water. It looked fine, but I don't think I could've been the one to pour it. I didn't drink despite my thirst, strange place, strange water, not going to risk that. I just threw it on the embers and left the can.
Stumbling outside, I noticed there was a small path that looked like the shrubbery thinned out, which might help with finding out where I am
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Short fic writing trip
De TodoFor when I have ideas that are too short or too dialogy or not fleshed out enough for an actual book
