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Written by: Sinfulwolf and Courage Wolf. Please do not post in here otherwise.
Rolling over in bed, Sarah's knee hit an empty vodka bottle, sending it tumbling off the edge of her bed and to the floor. She groaned, pressing her face into her pillow, trying to remember what she'd done last night, and drew nothing but a blank. Her head was throbbing, and she'd likely missed all her classes already. It was difficult to care though. Mid terms were behind her, and if she remembered right, which she might not, it was Halloween today.
Seemed the cure for the hangover was merely to put it off until tomorrow.
Sitting up, sheets falling off herself, her hair a tossled mess of long blonde locks, she looked down at her pillow and groaned again, noting the eyeshadow smeared across it. Seemed she forgot to wash any of that off last night. Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, she glanced to her trashbin and noted the used condom inside.
Well, there'd been someone in here with her last night. And one of them had known to use a condom.
"You smell like a distillery still. Take a shower bitch," her room mate, Ali, called with a laugh from her spot nearer the door as Sarah willed herself up to her feet and to the bathroom she shared with her roomy, only kicking one empty bottle with a curse.
Rolling over in bed, Sarah's knee hit an empty vodka bottle, sending it tumbling off the edge of her bed and to the floor. She groaned, pressing her face into her pillow, trying to remember what she'd done last night, and drew nothing but a blank. Her head was throbbing, and she'd likely missed all her classes already. It was difficult to care though. Mid terms were behind her, and if she remembered right, which she might not, it was Halloween today.
Seemed the cure for the hangover was merely to put it off until tomorrow.
Sitting up, sheets falling off herself, her hair a tossled mess of long blonde locks, she looked down at her pillow and groaned again, noting the eyeshadow smeared across it. Seemed she forgot to wash any of that off last night. Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, she glanced to her trashbin and noted the used condom inside.
Well, there'd been someone in here with her last night. And one of them had known to use a condom.
"You smell like a distillery still. Take a shower bitch," her room mate, Ali, called with a laugh from her spot nearer the door as Sarah willed herself up to her feet and to the bathroom she shared with her roomy, only kicking one empty bottle with a curse.