When Faris woke up that morning, she found she was naked, dressed in naught but her smallclothes.
She had also, apparently, spent the night in an alley.
With a groan, she rubbed at her achy head and squinted her eyes, the early morning light way too bright. For a few moments, she didn't even notice her state of undress--but when she did, she sank her face into a hand with yet another groan.
Guess I lost.
All she really remembered from the night before was that she and a group of her fellow guardsmen had been playing at cards, as they sometimes did, when Aminah suggested they raise the stakes by betting articles of clothing--and Faris, drunk off her ass at that point, fully agreed! Because as they all knew, she made Good Decisions while drunk. She also vaguely remembered buying everyone several rounds of drink she couldn't actually afford?
Which was why she was now out of clothes and out of money.
"Oi..." Why did people let her drink again?!
Probably because of this.
Looking around her, hoping for some sign of her lost clothes, she grumbled to herself and tried to map out her best course for getting home in the least embarrassing way, but all routes lead out into the busy streets.
She knew this because it had happened before.
Kaadir balls.
And she hadn't yet realized it yet, given she had no mirror, but her dear friends had really upped the prank by drawing a mustache and big, caterpillar eyebrows on her with kohl.