Wolfie Steel, Assassin/Bodyguard for hire, Part 3.
Chapter 3. 13:00 hours, that's 1:00 pm for those of you that don't do military speak, three very hungover canines sit or rather slump at the kitchen table, all three heads buried deep within paws, trying to hold them still and to stop the room from spinning
Sampling Milk on the work
Maybe this was linked to his curse that gave him the sensation of being both drunk and yet hungover whenever he wasn't drinking.
The Pull of Technology
The way that his skull seemed to be throbbing made him think he was hungover, but that wasn't true either. he didn't feel like he'd been drinking. sitting up, he looked around at got his bearings.
Girls Night Out (Kassandra TF/TG/MC) [CE]
"and not to mention the poor hungover dude that you fixed up nicely by making them a sharp, sexy skunk lady!" she struck a pose. "i know how to make the best situation for me. call it a gift."
A Hero's Tail
Worse than that he was angry and hungover. even worse than that he was angry, hungover and stuffed inside a hessian sack. and even worse than; that he was angry, hungover, inside a hessian sack along with several rocks at the bottom of a river.
Kefmar's Offer
He was a bit hungover, which wasn't unusual, but he had the strangest feeling that he did something he regretted. he vaguely remembered how he got back to his own bed, but not when or why.
Roommate Bull-y Prologue
"u-uh, either is fine, i don't mind," he squeaked out, not wanting to keep the clearly hungover bull waiting.
Alexander's Accounts - Part 12
Alexander and artemis are hungover. i am low in motivation. fuck, this is bad for all of us :p. (this part is less than 2k words. whoops, eh, ltp4 4is 3k so that makes up some way.
Rain and Snow, Chapter 10
The hungover feline was momentarily entranced. those firm, perky breasts stood up so defiantly, her nipples sticking up in the cool morning air, just begging for attention. they looked so inviting...
The Day's Catch
The deerhound wasn't hungover; that was a good start. cannon shoals was at its best on summer mornings, when the sun burned the fog off and it burst, ray by ray, over the bridge to flood the harbor with silvery light.
A Day Out
"heh...i thought i was the hungover one." denith shrugged as the bear leveraged himself out of bed, groaning as he leaned against the footboard of it.
The Hangover Remedy
Mog was hungover. rubbing his head as he rolled onto his back and looked at the ceiling, the moogle tried to gather his thoughts. he wished he could say it was as blurry as the spinning room around him, but he'd never blacked out from being drunk.