Patching up old friends

OOC: I am skipping a fes shots so we speed up the whole Damian getting super drunk situation.

I don't know how much I had drank at this point. All I knew was that Leandra looked like a cuddly pillow. She looked comfortable enough for me to try to use her as such. I got up from my spot and immediately rushed down to her with my arms spread widely like if I was going to give her a bear hug. I don't know why, but I think I scared her a bit. I really didn't care if she was afraid or not. I just wanted to lay my head down on something. This now meant her of course since she looked oh so comfortable.

"Why did you leave my bed you damm pillow!" I snarled as I attempted to grab what I had perceived was my pillow. By this point I didn't really feel my injury, nor did I think I need the bandages, but I didn't bother to take them off. I just walked towards that precious sanctum of sleep that seemed to walk away from me, much to my dismay.

Leandra had way too much alcohol, and she was barely cognizant of what was going on as she laid across one of the beds using her helmet as a very uncomfortable pillow. She didn't even care that she was being run down by a large man, she just wanted to sleep this off. Whose idea was this? She couldn't remember. Why was her pillow so uncomforable?