It all started with a night out drinking with Anya and her college friends. Anya didn't seem the party all night-type to the unknowing observer, but oh boy did she love drinking and dancing in clubs. Usually, Lexa was better able to fend her off, especially considering midterms were fast approaching. This particular Friday night, however, Lexa let herself be dragged out to Anya's favorite club. Maybe it was the stress of law school finally getting to her, or maybe she was moping more than usual about her break-up with Costia. Bottom of the line is, it's a Friday night, and Lexa is getting drunk.
While Anya danced with pretty girls and boys on the dance floor, Lexa stayed at their table and drank shot after shot of some pungent substance that burned the whole way down. Didn't really matter what it was, as long as it got her drunk and helped her not think about Costia.
Gods, it's been months and she's still moping after a relationship that, if she's perfectly honest with herself, hadn't been that great in the first place. They used to fight a lot, she remembers. Over stupid things, too, like leaving too many lights on in the apartment, or not putting clothes in their proper places, or getting groceries. Costia used to drive Lexa insane with her sloppiness. What she wouldn't do to get her back, now.
So here she is, on a Friday night she should really be spending studying, sitting in a bar and drinking way too much indigestible alcohol alone while her best friend parties 'til she drops. Nobody has even tried to approach Lexa, even though there are usually plenty of interested parties whenever she goes out (once in a blue moon). She must look as stormy as she feels. The last thing she really remembers that night is walking to the bar for more shots, wobbling precariously in her heels.
The next thing Lexa remembers is waking up half-dressed on her bed. It's some time Saturday afternoon, judging by the light coming through the blinds. The headache tearing her head apart is the worst she's ever experienced, but at least drunk-Lexa remembered to close the curtains. Thank all the gods for small mercies.
It takes her a while to drag herself to the shower, but she feels slightly more human once she's out of the water and in clean clothes. She makes herself the strongest cup of coffee digestible and goes into the living room to review her notes for that upcoming exam. She expects to find some kind of mess left from drunk-Lexa stumbling around the room in the dark, but not a pentagram drawn in chalk on the floor in the place where her rug used to be and orange-ish rocks strewn about everywhere. Lexa is so dumbfounded by the mess that she doesn't even notice the woman sitting in Lexa's loveseat until she speaks.
"Oh, you're awake. Thought you'd snore the whole day away," the intruder says with a smirk and a teasing lilt to her voice.
"What. The. Hell," is all Lexa can say.