The Morning After @ 05:15 pm
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February 5th, 2012Comments
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?"
"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.
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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