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Buckle up, buckaroos, it's time to tell the first part of Luan's little story.
*Creeeeeakk-k-k*
It was just a blink before six in the morning. Luna stumbled into the home, barely able to keep on her feet. All she remembered was that she was rocking out at a concert, got sick, went to a port-a-potty, threw up, passed out, and then woke up at 2AM when the concert had long been over. She had some spare change, thankfully, and took the bus home. She had come to the conclusion that no had tried to assault her during her unconscious period, since she had no difficulty sitting for the entire bus ride home. Her head was pounding and her mouth was sour, she felt like the floor was slowly tilting around. She felt gross, her body was sticky from the high humidity and all the sweat that came from moving around earlier that night. But, of course...
"Luna!" Lori hissed, keeping her voice to a whisper. "Come here!" A quiet series of creaks later, they had both come up the stairs, where Lori proceeded to chew Luna out for the usual - where were you, you could have been molested, I was worried, check your phone, blah blah blah. All Lori received for a response was a glazed, walking dead expression from her younger sister, her hair clumping and fraying out at quite a few places.
"Just take a shower and go to bed, you stink."
Fifteen minutes later, along with dozing off twice to where she conked her nugget against the wall of the shower, Luna trudged her way into her bedroom, stark naked. It took all her strength to claw her way up the ladder and into bed, but she eventually got there. Creak, flop, thump. Asleep in just twenty seconds. Being a Saturday, the Loud House easily lived up to its name. Luna was a heavy sleeper before, but pulling an all-nighter made her practically comatose. Only around 2pm did someone even bother to ask where Luna was, only to be told she was still sleeping.
