"Joanne, I think I'm going to throw up," Maureen called out as she followed Joanne at a slow pace, using the hall walls to hold her up. "Like now."
The lawyer turned around with a groan, half asleep and in her pajamas. "Then why are you following me? Turn around and go to the bathroom." She rolled her eyes as she watched Maureen stand there like a deer in the headlights; not a single idea what to do. "Come here," she took Maureen's hand and started off toward the bathroom.
"Stop!" Maureen called out. Joanne stopped and turned around real fast to give her a look to let her know to be quiet. It was two in the morning after all. "I don't have to throw up anymore."
Joanne raised a brow. "You sure?" when Maureen nodded her head, Joanne let go of her hand and walked back toward the bedroom. Just as she reached the doorway, she could hear the foul sounds of Maureen gagging, then the sounds of liquid hitting the ground, she realized Maureen threw up.
Turning around, she looked at the ground to find that it was pure liquid. "How much did you drink?"
The drama queen tried to count the amount of drinks she had but eventually gave up and pointed the ground. "That many," she mumbled before walking into the bathroom, leaving the vomit to brush her teeth.
"Maureen Johnson, I love you to death but sometimes I just want to kill you," she sighed as she walked into the kitchen to get some cleaning supplies. This was Joanne, so she could easily sit there for an hour cleaning the spot long after the remnants were gone.
Once she got everything together, she walked back into the hall and sat down, getting to work to clean the mess up.
Maureen finished up brushing her teeth and walked out of the bathroom, making her way around Joanne and the mess she left, heading straight for the bedroom.
She could have fought about it, but Joanne knew asking her to help clean up the mess was a lost cause, so instead, she decided on striking up another conversation.
"So who were you out with?" she asked curiously. "And why were you out so late Maureen? This is the third time this week. You woke everyone in the building up knocking on the door and screaming."
"I lost my key," she admitted, flashing an apologetic smile as she leaned against the wall for support. "I'll go see if anyone found it tomorrow at the bar."
Joanne looked up from the sudsy puddle to look at her wasted girlfriend. "Didn't you leave your key there last night? You're lucky you got it back the first time; you need to stop doing that. But whatever, we'll worry about that later. Why didn't you just call me to tell me to open the door? I bought you that cell phone for a reason you know."
The brunette shrugged her shoulders. "Sorry, I'll try to remember next time. I'm going to sleep," she headed for the bedroom.
"I love you."
She looked over her shoulder when Joanne told her she loved her. Maureen smiled over at her. "I love you too Pookie," she said before closing the bedroom door behind her.
She got out of her clothes and changed into an oversized t-shirt before climbing into bed. She grabbed her phone from her purse which was on the floor and smiled as she opened her text.
"You left your keys at my house again."
She bit her lip, trying to keep herself from smiling big like an idiot, but she just couldn't help it.
"Oh well, now I have a reason to come back again."
She sent the message and before going to sleep, she erased her inbox and sent, knowing Joanne would go through it as she always did. She couldn't leave any evidence of the rather frequent rendezvous she's been setting up with Benjamin Coffin III.