Getting out of bed before noon today seemed a lot more like wishful thinking than a remote possibility, on account of Dirty's throbbing headache. It was hard enough to remember what he drank last night, let alone where he was.
And then it all started coming back. His room and it's familiar shapes began to swirl back into focus. And swirl they did. Nausea envelops him.
When he finally makes it to the outside world, it's almost too much for him. Perhaps it was the sensitivity from the hangover, but a stench seemed to hang in the town. Heavy, and sickly-sweet. It was almost enough to make his stomach completely abandon him.
Thankfully the sun was obscured; dark rain clouds raced by, briefly mingling with the blot, and exaggerating it's size. Ominously, the clouds gave a vision of what the town would look like it the blot covered the entire sky; a gray, sick town, with far too many shadows and hiding places. A good town for someone like Dirty.
The soft padding of feet behind him alerts him to a presence; spinning around, he spies an attractive woman approaching him, her curly black hair spilling around her shoulders, wearing a delicate purple that garment hugs her curves.
"Cloud-gazing are we? You're not one of those fancyboys are ya? More interested in staring at the sky, than what's right in front of you?"
She circles slowly around Dirty, enticing him, but never giving up eye-contact.