Accidental Matrimony | Tacy & Cat
Tacy rolled over with a pained groan as the morning sun glared against her closed eye lids. A loud pulsing slammed against her brain as she moved, causing hands to fly to her face. What on earth made her head hurt like this? Acid burned in her chest and throat, her stomach churned uncomfortably. What on earth had she done the night before? Tacy groaned again as she slowly opened one eye. Her gaze looked about to only cause more confusion. Where was she? The girl moved in bed, though she stopped in a curled ball. The sheets felt so heavenly soft against her skin. Wait…soft against her skin…. Tacy quickly lifted the sheets and blankets to notice she was mostly bare. Her flesh was missing all but her bra and panties. Why was she bare? Tacy looked up at the body she just figured out was beside her. A freckled shoulder poked out of the sheets. Her heart stopped. She was mostly bare in bed with Cat.
The quick way she moves as she falls out of bed onto the floor makes everything worse. Now, not only does her body hurt but now the world is spinning. What the hell did they do? Her gaze flits about frantically as she looked for clues. That’s when the light catches on a piece of fake gold on the ring finger of her left hand. Eyes turn wide as globes as her mouth opens. “What the fuck!” Comes flying out of the usually quiet mouth as “mouses” heart starts beating erratically. The girl jumps into the bed to shake her friend by the shoulders. “Cat!” She nearly squeals as she panics. Her mind flashes images of them drinking. That’s when the small girl tumbles to the floor to scramble to the bathroom in a mix of all fours and actual walking, more like running. She barely hits the tile on her knees before she is hugging the toilet, her body ridding itself of the toxin from the night before.
Under the influence of substances, Cathiele always slept heavily - there were never any dreams, no waking in the middle of the night, and when she was bothered in the morning, she was hard-pressed to wake. Given that, when Tacy attempted to wake her, a groan immediately sounded, and with that came a slew of swears as she yanked a pillow into place, covering her head and shaking off the touch as best as her body could manage. Normally, Cat could avoid hangovers pretty easily - she took care of her body, kept herself hydrated, and before heading out for a night, took prescription strength pain killers (as best as she could recall, she’d ‘borrowed’ them after her father had gotten dental work done and didn’t need them anymore, and it never occurred to her that there could be complications from mixing alcohol and drugs. As it was, nothing had ever happened, so she didn’t go out of her way to remind herself that it could potentially be unhealthy). “Shut up, oh my god.”
A slight thump met her, then the sound of retching, and despite her many attempts to ignore it, it only got louder. “Man, you’re so fucking gross. 's just alcohol.” But it had been her first time drinking. At the thought, Cathiele shifted to rub the sleep out of her eyes. Her contacts burned unforgivably, but they went ignored as she shifted to sit up. It seemed that they were in her bedroom, and judging by the slight mess, no one had had enough sense to at least pretend they weren’t drunk. Everywhere she looked, she saw a new mess - her make-up were scattered and painted across the mirror and dresser, lotions and powders were spilled needlessly, books and notebooks were entirely out of place, and clothes hung from every surface. Some, she recognized as her own, but those... yeah, those were definitely Tacy’s.
Frowning now, the woman let her gaze settle on the mirror that sat across from her. For some reason, the image didn’t surprise her - the younger girl might’ve still been wearing underwear, but she was completely naked, nipples standing eagerly at attention. Something had definitely happened the night before, and whatever it was, Cathiele had made a huge mistake... now wasn’t the time to focus on that, though, and with the continued sound of her best friend emptying her stomach acting as background noise, the brunette headed to the kitchen, fixing up a glass of coke and salt. When she’d finished, she headed to the bathroom and squatted beside Tacy, offering the glass with one hand and brushing her hair back gently with the other. “Drink this. It’ll help you throw up and get everything out faster.”