MCA #5, Monday Morning

When Sarah woke up on Monday morning, she was cradling her laptop in her arms, and had both the kind of headache that made her remember exactly why she didn't generally tend to get shitfaced anymore, as well as no recollection about how she'd made it home last night. Though she suspected green energy constructs and an eyerolling bartender may have been involved.

She pushed the laptop aside to climb out of bed, and it was only after she was caffeinated and had had a little bit of breakfast that she looked at what she'd been working on before she'd passed out.

It turned out to be an application for the position of Fandom High guidance counselor. And what's more, after you corrected all the words that had gotten mistyped by the app she'd used to dictate it thanks to her drunken slurring, it turned out to be a pretty good application. Drunk her was apparently pretty damn persuasive. Huh.

She was going to have to take a moment to think about this.

[ooc: Mostly 'stablishy but can be open should you so wish.]