Post by red on Jul 17, 2012 0:54:36 GMT -6
The tiny crack of artificial light was horrible. It was like being poked in the eye, really hard, repeatedly. It made Rose feel greatly irritable. It made her want to get up and slam the stupid door shut, except she was hungover and her legs weren't working properly. She wondered why she'd left the light on before she'd gone to bed.
Then she recalled that the light, in fact, had not been on when she had gone to bed. She distinctly remembered stumbling into her room in the pitch, drunk enough to be sick, and collapsing on her massive double bed. She also remembered that during this ungainly incident, she had been supporting another figure.
She blinked open her eyes and immediately rolled out of the way of the offending beam of light which shone through the crack between door and wall. She checked the time; it was around 9am. An ungodly hour. Cherry was probably already at school; hence the light being on.
Rose sat up, glancing down and to her left.
Yes, there she was. The pretty creature which she had 'picked up' at last night's party. She smiled to herself. Alright, so it hadn't been what she would call a successful night; she hadn't actually slept with the girl. But she was in her bed, looking gorgeous whilst fast asleep.
The night before, very drunk, Rose had spied the girl (whom she recalled to be known as 'Faith'), and very soon after branded her the girl with whom she wanted to sleep with that very night. She was pretty, and Rose had not noticed her flirting with any of the male gender. Hoping that this meant she preferred girls, Rose had sidled up to her and offered her a place to stay.
Unfortunately, the girl had accepted, but not registered the implications behind these words. She seemed drunk, although Rose had not witnessed her drinking. Perhaps she was concussed? The party had been raucous; everyone had been dancing, things had been broken. It was very possibly that Faith had been pushed to the ground, perhaps hit her head. It was also possible that some other lusty person had attempted to infuse something that she was drinking with alcohol, in order to bring her home exactly as Rose had done.
Regardless, it would have been wrong to take advantage of her in the state she was in. Perhaps she'd be grateful. Perhaps Rose might get something before she left. A kiss, at the least, would be a gift from someone so gorgeous.
Suddenly impatient, Rose edged closer to her on the king-sized bed, and said her name, quite loudly.
"Faith!"
She reached out a hand, shaking her for good measure.
"Faith! Wake up!"
Words//447
OOC Comments//She is a terrible mother.
OOC Comments//She is a terrible mother.
