margot shuffled into tilly’s kitchen with a low, pained groan, carelessly bumping into her sister in her beeline to the coffee machine. “my brain is splitting apart,” she muttered as she passed her. margot went through the process of making coffee instinctively, wincing and grumbling at every abrupt, unwelcome sound. really, she should’ve known that drinking with her sister would lead to this -- an intense hangover and soreness all over -- but she’d been too excited about them actually getting to go out together and she naively believed that she’d be able to control herself. the pounding at the base of her skull confirmed that she couldn’t. “i remember dancing to one direction...” she said, hand pressed to her forehead. “jesus christ, did i try to do the splits?” [ @matildastuarts ]