The next morning, Nanette awoke with a start as the clocked struck eight. "What…where… how?" Nanette stammered as she looked around the room that was flooded with light. She looked up at the clock and gasped at the late hour.

"Calm down or your hangover will get worse," The voice of Gabrielle said quietly but with more conviction then normal.

Nanette groaned with the pain that could not just be a long night at the tavern, 'but wait I'm not in the tavern I'm at home. How…' Nanette thought becoming even more confused.

"Do you remember what happened?" Gabrielle asked. Nanette shook her head trying to ignore the pain all over her body. "Well, you drank a very large amount of alcohol and then picked a fight with Odette," Gabrielle said in an even tone that was threatened to be overcome with anger.

"How did I get home?" Nanette said closing her eyes trying to stop her throbbing head.

"Danielle and I got you here," Gabrielle said her anger bursting to the surface. "HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL US!" she yelled out of the blue.

"Tell you what?" Nanette gasped as the loud noise added another spasm of pain to her already throbbing head.

"Your shop! We can help you, you know," She answered beginning to pace in frustration.

"How…how did you…" Nanette asked.

"Not from you, oh no, you can't tell your best friends anything I had to find out by the bill lying on the floor!" Gabrielle was livid, and although there was no question she seemed to be waiting for an answer.

"I'm…sorry, I…did want to worry…" She started, but Gabrielle interrupted her.

"YOU DIDN'T WANT TO WORRY ME!" She shrieked, "AND YOU THINK IT WOULDN'T WORRY ME WHEN YOU LOST YOUR SHOP AND WERE OUT ON THE STREET!"

"Listen I have a plan, I don't like it but I do have a plan," Nanette said a little ashamed of herself for what she knew she had to do.

"And what is that?" she asked with a disbelieving tone, but then comprehension came upon her face, "Oh I forgot, she won't mind."

"I know but I feel bad for asking, and, even worse, everyone will know what would have happened after I go," she said unhappily.

"Do you want me to come with you? You Odette defiantly did a number on you." Gabrielle asked in a much softer tone.

"Please tell me she's in some sort of pain," Nanette said knowing the answer.

"Not because of you, Augusta might have hurt her a bit when he dragged her off of you but mostly she would be fine." Gabrielle said trying to ignore the look that came over her after she mentioned Augusta.

"Ok let's go," She said with a sigh.

"Oh…well before we go we need to wash up, you look horrible," Gabrielle said gently.

"Oh right," she said getting up and walking to the bathroom. As she looked in the mirror Gabrielle walked up as well. Where Gabrielle's blue eyes were tried and her brown hair disheveled she looked beautiful compared to Nanette.

Nanette's hair was a tangled mess and felt crackled and dead. Her face had begun to bruise over and her body and cloths smelt of beer and dirt. Her skin was pale and her mouth had the faint taste of blood that would come from the same thing that had bruised her face. It took an hour to get herself composed enough to leave the house and go do what she knew she must if she wanted to keep her life as normal as possible.