http://notanoptimist.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] notanoptimist.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] alwaysroomforhope 2008-06-11 11:53 pm (UTC)

Sokka blinks at her.

And flops back against the blankets, rubbing his face with one hand. He is so not awake enough to deal with disgust right now.

"Yeah," he mumbles, running that same hand through his hair before folding his arms behind his head and looking up at her. "Somebody drugged your drink, but we didn't-- figure it out until later. You don't remember much?"

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