When Hunter started hollering and sprang out of bed, Mack fell off of the small bed, hitting the floor hard. "What the fuck Hunter?" She yelled, she figured that they must have gotten trashed at the dance together last night and ended up in their sleeping bag. She felt like she was hung over anyway, there was something wrong though. It took her a moment to figure out exactly what is was, but when she realized she was naked in her own bed, she jumped up quickly. What the fuck had happened last night? Clutching a blanket to her chest, the events of the evening came trickling back. Mack felt like she wanted to throw up.

"No," Mack muttered. She was shaking her head, a horrified look on her face. "Oh fuck no!! Dude, that's...fuckin'...gross! We...didn't. We couldn't have! Oh man, this is so fucked up!!"

She looked over at Hunter, trying extremely hard not to meet her eyes as her tall friend was swearing about rape and carrying on. "I didn't fuckin' rape you, jesus!" She screamed back at Hunter, feeling a whole new wave of nausea hit her as she saw Hunter just as naked. It somehow made it real, confirmed all of the misty memories that were playing through her head. "Fuck!" She screamed, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Maybe...maybe we didn't do anything? Right?"

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"That's fuckin' disgusting!" Hunter practically screamed back, looking as if she had seen a ghost or something. There was the mega-headache that she couldn't shake, and mental flashes on Mack's naked body on top of that, all turning her stomach. She watched Mack sit down hard onto the edge of the bed, and she hesitated for a moment before moving over to some of the discarded clothes that were strewn about the room. Finding her dress, she discovered her clutch nearby and began digging for a pack of smokes.

"Yeah, an' maybe bears don't shit in the woods," the taller blonde muttered back moodily, still feeling filthy at the thought of what they had done. And that was only the things she could remember so far, pieces were still fuzzy, and she didn't even want to imagine what other degrading things they had done to each other. She knew Mack better than herself, and between the two of them.. ugh, had they made it into some sort of competition? Who can scream the loudest? She nearly gagged.

Finally getting the cigarettes out, she fumbled with them and snapped one in half, cursing loudly, before she got two out properly and chucked one hard in Mack's general direction. "Y'all are the sickest motherfucker I ever-- I'm yer fuckin' family, man! What the fuck is wrong with y'all!? I got a kid on the way, I can't be-- oh god, what the fuck were we fuckin' thinkin'!?" she managed to get out, incredibly frustrated as she put her cigarette in her mouth, not even lighting it as she unceremoniously stepped into her dress and began to haul it up.

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Mackenzie caught the cigarette that was thrown to her, looking a bit green as she lit it. "I'm the sickest...you're the sickest!! Some of the things you said? Y'all sure as hell weren't complaining last night!" Mack paled visibly at her words and choked on the smoke she had just inhaled. "Oh god, I'm gonna be sick!"

Lurching to her feet, she made a mad dash to the bathroom, not bothering with a blanket. She made it just in time to dry heave into the toilet bowl. She didn't end up throwing up in the end, but stayed in the bathroom for a few more moments before venturing back out. She fished around for a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Dressing herself once she had located suitable clothes, she went back to her spot on the bed and picked up her cigarette from where she had dropped it.

She scrubbed at her face with her hand and let out a long sigh. "We weren't thinkin' obviously," Mack said harshly. She looked at Hunter, it was much easier to now that she had some clothes back on. Her dress only made Mack's stomach turn again as she caught a flash of a memory from the night before, of practically ripping off the other girl's dress. "We didn't drink that much last night, did we?"

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"Don't tell 'bout what I said! I don't wanna know what we fuckin' said!" Hunter shouted back, throwing her hands up over her ears as Mack dashed off to the bathroom. Hearing the other girl gagging, it only made Hunter feel more disgusted, pressing her hands harder to block out the noise. Her head was still throbbing like an incredible hangover, and she didn't want to go dry heaving her guts up and making it worse.

When Mack returned to the room and began to get dressed, Hunter lowered her hands but closed her eyes tightly, waiting until she was sure that the shorter blonde was properly clothed before she opened one again, slowly.

"I didn't drink shit," Hunter grunted, eyeing her friend a bit skeptically. She didn't even really remember when the two of them met up, she could only recall standing by the punch bowl, waiting to work up the courage and go talk to Michi. Stomach lurching a little as she thought of her girlfriend, Hunter squinted her eyes closed again. "I'm uh.. y'know, gonna need that fuckin' ring back," she muttered.

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Mackenzie was confused when Hunter said she didn't drink anything. She could have sworn that they must have been pissed due to her headache and spotty memory. If she really thought about it though, she couldn't remember drinking anything once she had gotten to the dance. The last thing she remembered was meeting Hunter at the punch table and Hunter trying to kiss her. At the mention of the ring, she looked down at her hand quickly.

"What the fuck did you do Hunter?" She practically ripped her finger off as she frantically pulled the ring off. She tossed it at her taller blonde friend unceremoniously, feeling sick all over again. "Please tell me that's not what I think it is. Oh god, did I say yes?"

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