Roxy sighed softly and the sheets whispered as she rolled onto her side in the bed, eyes still closed. Honeyed sunlight danced through the curtains and played on her face and bare arms, it was so warm and lovely and she never wanted to move from this spot ever. She couldn't remember the last time she felt this content... She didn't even have a hangover.
Wait, what? Roxy struggled to remember whatever had happened last night that somehow ended with her being sober enough to avoid a hangover... And then clips of memory came back to her like fragments of a movie reel with uncomfortable clarity, much more than they would have had last night involved a drop more liquor than it did. The blonde girl's heart dropped to her stomach, which, in turn, clenched in dread and guilt. She almost couldn't dare herself to open her orchid eyes but curiosity over whether or not she had dreamed the whole thing eventually brought her to steal a peek.
A mass of mussed ebony hair met her gaze; the other person had his or her back to Roxy. Roxy's eyes drifted down her bedmate's blanket-draped side and…unless Jake had recently gotten a hell of a lot curvier, she was sharing a bed with Jane Crocker. Shit. It didn't take Roxy long to assess that neither of them were clothed. That didn't matter right now though; it was time for a hard drink.
As quietly as she could, Roxy slipped from the bed and slunk to the bedroom door, buck naked but whatever, both their clothes were strewn too far for her to care before she'd had a drink to calm down and figure shit out—or, preferably, just forget about it altogether.
"…Roxy." A timid murmur stopped her at the door and Roxy turned to see Jane, who was sitting up and bunching the blanket over her bare chest, trying to look anywhere but at her unclothed friend. Something in Roxy stirred at the sweet fuchsia in Jane's face. It was quickly extinguished by a wave of guilt and anxiety. "Roxy.. Did we…?"
Without a word, Roxy sidled through the door, leaving Jane to her own devices.