Marguerite had deposited her bags in her new room, taking the one farthest from the others and with the best view. She had left the room quickly, wanting some alone time to explore her new home. Meg, as she liked to be called, wandered into a room where a man was repairing a chandelier. She waved to him and he said something to her. She couldn’t read his lip since he was so far way so she assumed it was a greeting and continued looking around. The man had actually warned her not to go under the chandelier because it might fall.
Marguerite, unaware of the danger, wandered right under the chandelier. The man started to yell at her, because, of course with her luck, the chandelier was falling. The main tried to hold it up to save her but it was far too heavy. The chandelier fell, going straight for Marguerite. She looked to the man and saw him panicking and pointing, and then looked up and screamed..
Marguerite sulked down a hall, sporting dark circles under her eyes, a pale parlor and a major head ache. She winced at the light coming in from a window and groaned. She had never had alcohol in such a high consumption like she had last night. She was praying to god she didn’t run into Jess, anyone else was fine. She was sort of looking for Jordan, knowing he’d probably have a couple hangover cures up his tattooed sleeve. Meg desperiately needed one currently, she felt sick to her stomach. Maybe some tea would help?
Thinking this a good idea, she headed toward the kitchen. Meg thought she felt the vibrations of someone walking around in there, though it could easily be from the lounge. She poked her head into the kitchen and called out. “Hey, Anyone here?”