Blackwater Islands Another drink down the drain

set following the ceremony, whenever works, and no rush <3  updated for behind the scenes assumptions

Only if you like, ofc.  If you are too slammed on threads this can wait or we can resolve bts

Wherever they'd taken her, Bridget's head was splitting as she woke up from (what had to be) the worst trip she'd ever taken.  It was impossible at first for her to do much besides groan and come to terms with the feeling.  After a few minutes, however, she was able to somewhat reflect and take stock.

There was really only one explanation and she was practiced enough to not take long to get there.  Hell no.  Hell to the fuck no, they did not...

They'd fucking drugged her.

She'd have been spitting mad regardless, but the headache was not doing her reaction to it any favors.  The faeries had been no strangers to drugs but Bridget, herself, had never participated.  She wasn't one to judge but she hated what the shit did and wasn't even willing to use it for pain control in most cases.  But here she was, with a night she couldn't remember and a fucking hangover the size of an oak tree jammed into her skull.

I'm going to murder them. Bridget's expression blazed abject fury as her gaze fixated on @Morgana.  The previous night was too muddy to recall exactly who was responsible, let alone why, but that didn't matter.  She deserved an explanation at the least.  It was a violation, one that set the medic off both on a personal and professional level, and she intended to get some answers about it.  What did you give me?