She woke up in a cold sweat, panting hard. She quickly took in her surroundings, relaxing back when she realised it was just Trixie's room. She was about to close her eyes and go back to sleep before she felt bile rise in her throat. She ran to the bathroom, held her hair back and threw up in the toilet, everything from last night- and early morning- hitting her. Her head was pounding, throat saw and thirsty. She dragged herself up, stumbling to the kitchen. She poured herself a cup of tea to wake up, lounging in a chair. It was only when she looked at the clock on the microwave, where she had found out she had slept in till midday.

"Hell- Oh my goodness, I hope you don't mind me pointing this out but you look terrible." Trixie waltzed in, smirking to herself.

"Just because you can deal with hangovers well." Patsy mumbled into her cup, revelling in the heat emitting from it.

"Sorry, can you repeat that? I didn't hear what you said love," She sat next to Patsy, enunciating a grown from the taller woman who in despair had moved to rest her head against the table. "Oh dear, looks like someone's going to have a tough day today!" Trixie lightly patted her on the back, before going to place some toast in the toaster. She opened various cupboards before finding the one she was looking for. "Bingo!" She pulled out the painkillers, popped two out of the packet and stuck her hand out for Patsy motioning for her to take them. "Would you like me to feed them to you as well?" She put on her best baby voice, as Patsy just picked them up, swallowed and groaned. They fell into a comfortable silence which lasted until Patsy's phone vibrated next to her head causing her to jump. With ease she picked up her rose gold iPhone, eyes going wide when seeing who the message was from. The blonde had easily caught on to her surprise, willing the toast to hurry up so she could begin her interrogation. Within seconds of the toast popping up out of the toaster, she slid them onto a plate, got out the jam and butter before scooping them up and placing them in front of Patsy; who was still entranced by her phone. She sat in the seat opposite her, desperately holding back giggles at her dumbfounded friend.

"Patsy." No movement. "Pats." Still nothing. "Patience." Not even a bat of an eyelid. With a loud sigh, she cleared her throat "Patience Mount please return from the land of the fairies at once!" She didn't even flinch at this, so she came to her last resort. She leapt up, snatched the phone out of her hands and ran out of the room and down the hallway.

"Trixie Franklin come back here this minute!" She could hear her shouting down the corridor, as she just giggled even more.

"Remember it's not just us in this house! Have some feelings for the others!"

"Trixie, you have my £600 pound phone in your hands and you're running down the hallway with socks on which has people's rooms in it and they could so easily open a door which would slam into you and ruin both you and my phone!" Much to her dismay, the other girl just snorted in reply. They had done a full circuit of the house within seconds, all three floors- there were 3 people living there and a guest room- and were now outside. It was nice weather, so the pool was up and filled with water and the sunbeds were out. So, of course, now was the time for a friendly showdown.

"Trixie, give me my phone." The other girl didn't listen and expected the phone very closely.

"hmph, it's so dreadfully unfair that a piece of such, beauty, can steal my much needed attention from my best friend." With anyone else, Trixie would have been able to keep a straight, intimidating face. But as their eyes met, she couldn't stop a smile overtaking her features. "Now, let's see who this text was from."

"How on earth would you know my password?" Patsy crossed her arms over her chest, smiling smugly thinking that she had won this mini war.

"Let's just say, Patsy, you were pretty drunk last night. And you were adamant for me to take a selfie with you as you wanted to get a good start on social media." She saw Patsy's face drop at the mention of the internet. "Don't worry, you passed out before that. So you basically blurted all your passwords out to me."

"Trixie, don't you dare."

The other girl hummed in response, and as she heard the familiar sound of the numbers being punched into her phone the only logical thing that she could now do was tackle her opponent. She couldn't see the text, it would be very hard to explain without giving too much away. "One new message from Delia Bu-" She was cut short by Patsy, in full force running into her, yanking the phone out of her hand and throwing it, delicately, to the floor as she realised she completely misjudged how close they were to the pool. It looked as if they were going for a swim.