~Clearing Things Up~
Chapter 1
Cana groaned, her head pounding. She sat up and held her aching head in her hands. The morning air chilled her bare skin while the soft sheets caressed her waist. The card mage bit back another groan. How much did she drink last night? Like usual, there was a huge party and she was drinking. Last thing she remembers is that she was having a drink of with Sting. Just then, her left hand, which moved away from her face to grab some more blankets, brushed against something solid. And warm. And covered in something that felt like skin.
She slowly turned, praying to every god that this was some kind of illusion, to curse bitterly. Lying in bed with her, bare as the day he was born with the blankets hanging low on his waist, was Sting. Cana quickly slid out of bed and looked around for some clothes. But she couldn't find them in what she now believes is Sting's room. Clothes were sprawled across the room, and she didn't want to have to look for hers. So she grabbed her panties- which were hanging from the edge of the bed post- and a shirt which was too large for her and smelled like Sting.
The alcoholic woman sneaked into the living room to have one of her heels on the coach and the other on the kitchen counter. When she was back in the safety of her own apartment is when she'll wonder how drunk her and Sting got. Or what exactly happened last night. Strapping on the retrieved shoes, Cana opened the front door and peered out into the hall. Deeming it clear, she tip toed out and closed the door behind her before sprinting down the hall as fast as she humanly could, daring not to turn around to see Sting opening up the door and watch her flee with a deject expression.
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Sorry for it being so short. Promise the next chapter will be longer.
