WELL FUCK A DUCK -- OPEN / HUNGOVER

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 65%; line-height:120%; text-align: justify;font-family: verdana;"]The sound of voices made Ophelia lift her head, blue eyes immediately settling on Arrow's disheveled figure. She hadn't properly met her yet, so this was one hell of a first impression. Before the more judgmental part of her could take over and make assumptions of character, she pushed that aside and summed this up to be a one-time thing. She'd properly introduce herself some other day, she supposed, when she were a little less... inhibited.

"I can assure you that even if you were God's mistake, you definitely aren't one of the worst they've made." Stepping up near Aya's side, she gave a small nod as the tortoiseshell spoke. "Water would likely be a good idea, if you can stomach it."