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PostPosted: Fri Feb 13, '15, 9:24 pm
Next morning

A loud ringing filled Althea’s ears. She opened her eyes uneasily, straining against the influx of light into her bedroom as she struggled to look at the clock on the nightstand. Eleven forty? You’re kidding me….
She sat up and swung her feet to the floor, an action that made her stomach ache in protest. She squeezed her eyes shut as the headache made itself felt and buried her face in her hands for a few minutes, groaning quietly. The cool morning air on her bare skin soon dispelled any notions of crawling back into bed and only made her feel more sick than she already was.
She realised she could remember no details of the night past headbutting the stranger. She peered over her shoulder and immediately snapped her head back around when she saw someone was fast asleep in bed next to her. “Crap. Not again.” She cringed, afraid to speak above a whisper for fear of aggravating her headache. She moaned lamentingly and drew her hands down her face.
Anger at her own stupidity flared up momentarily and she punched her guest in the back. He groaned in protest, but she paid him no mind as she gathered her clothes from the floor and headed for the bathroom. Hope I’ve got some pregnancy tests left….

The shower took the edge off of her hangover, though did little to ease her mood. As she re-entered the bedroom, she had to contain a sigh when she saw her 'visitor', for want of a better word, was still there, sitting up in bed and clearly unsure whether to smile or look sorry. After the awkward silence became too much, he opened his mouth to speak, but Althea cut him off. “Get dressed and go.”

“Right. But can I-”

Althea glared at him and kept her tone flat. “Now.”

He cringed and Althea looked away as he clambered out of bed and got himself dressed. Though she knew she was as much to blame for their predicament as he was, she was in no mood to care whether she was right or wrong. She opened her eyes when she heard him moving across the room and saw him standing in the bedroom door, looking completely lost. “Go left.”
She listened as he trudged down the hall to the door, realising she hadn’t considered that it might be locked. After a brief fumbling, she heard the door open and close. She huffed and punted one of her shoes across the room in frustration. She looked over at the window and stared blankly at the world outside. What the hell am I doing?
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