A/N - Another WWRY story from me? Something must be wrong with the world... just a couple of regular Boho girls having a laugh, really. Sid was created by me, and Motley by Werepuppy Black (who also has a fic with these two). Enjoy.

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"I am never drinking again" Sid Vicious groaned as she rolled over in her make-shift bed, eyes snapping open upon hearing a soft 'ow' as her elbow connected with something - no - someone. Turning her head slightly, her confusion grew as she spotted Mot - Motley Crue, her best friend - lying beside her. "Mot? Mot!" She snapped, making the girl jump up.

"Wha'?!" Sid would have laughed at her expression if she wasn't too busy having a minor heart attack.

"What the hell are you doin' in my bed?"

"Huh?" Mot rubbed her eyes sleepily, looking around. "Oh, that. You were pissed as Pop last night, so I brought you back here" She shrugged, falling back down. "Going back to my room was too much effort". Sid laughed, pushing herself up and turning to the broken piece of glass she used as a mirror.

"Thank God for that"

"Eh?" Mot raised an eyebrow, leaning on her elbow. "Oh, don't tell me you thought we..." the blue-haired girl laughed loudly for a few seconds, then stopped, pretending to be hurt. "You said 'thank God'... what, am I not worthy of your bed?"

"Oh shut it" Sid laughed, throwing a nearby sock at her friend.

"Urgh!" Mot picked up the sock, sticking out her tongue. "Nice. When was the last time you changed your socks, Sidders?"

"Oh please, I do own more than one" she rolled her eyes, looking back into the 'mirror'. At some point during the night she had let one of the girls - not that she could remember who - give her a mohawk. It had flattened over night, so now she was left trying to do something with it.

"The pointy-ness suited you" Mot said, shuffling over. "For the couple of hours it stayed up, anyway" she grinned, hopelessly tugging at Sid's hair to make it stick up.

"Yeah..." Sid sighed, giving up. "May look cool, but it's just too much effort. Let it flop" Sid laughed and dug through the pile of clothes on her floor, throwing a few things to Mot.

"They look clean enough" Mot nodded, looking through the clothes she'd been given.

"Not like anyone else is any cleaner"