Katia woke the next morning to a throbbing headache and an odd taste in her mouth. She stumbled her way to the bathroom, keeping the light off and groaning slightly at the sound of the running water in the sink. She brushed her teeth quickly, and tried to brush her hair while thinking over what had happened the night before. She remembered going to the club…something about tequila shots…a blonde…it was fuzzy after that, and the harder she tried to think about it, the worse her headache became. She rummaged through her medicine cabinet, wincing at the barbs of pain as she shook out some painkillers and dry swallowed them. She made her way to the kitchen, squinting her eyes against the bright light of the morning.

Randy was working on breakfast, hoping Katia wouldn't mind he'd used a few of her eggs and some bread. He whistled quietly to himself as he worked, only turning when he heard a thump and a sharp intake of breath. He turned to see Katia with a hand pressed to her hip, eyes screwed shut and face twisted in pain. He took a step towards her, but she had already taken a seat at the counter, opening her eyes and giving him a tired look.

"Morning, Sleeping Beauty. Was wondering when you'd get up." He turned back to his cooking, prepping a bit more for her. She must be hungry; she hadn't eaten anything at the bar, and she had been asleep the rest of the time. She shrugged, yawning a bit and glancing towards the coffee maker. He could have sworn he saw her eyes light up just a bit at the sight of the full pot, and she was shuffling her way there almost instantly. She silently poured herself a mug full, adding some sugar and creamer from the fridge before taking a large sip.

"So…uh, sorry for anything I did or said last night." He turned towards her, and Katia could feel her face heating up with her blush. Randy gave a shrug, serving up some scrambled eggs and toast on a plate. He offered it to her, and she blinked as she took the plate. "Thanks. And thanks for making sure I made it home. I can't imagine what would have happened if I'd tried to come back alone." She moved back to her seat, sliding up onto the stool. She set the plate down carefully, and turned towards him, cradling the mug.

"It was no problem. You're pretty hilarious as a drunk." Randy smirked at her, and she shook her head with her own small chuckle. He made up his own plate, grabbing a mug of the coffee and sitting across from her. They ate in silence for the next few minutes, her gaze occasionally bouncing up to study him before returning to her food. The passing time drove away her headache, and she took the time to appreciate him. He was in just his jeans, the tattoos easily catching her eye. Attractive and considerate…she was going to have a hard time finding a lay to compare. He followed her gaze to the tattoos. It was long before he had her pinned in the shower, burying himself inside of her all over again.

Towards the afternoon, Randy received the call that the group was moving on to the next town. Katia swallowed her disappointment and saw him out, giving him a small smile.

"Don't be a stranger, Viper." She meant it as a joke, but he leaned down to peck her cheek gently.

"I won't." He whispered in her ear; it caused a shiver to run down her spine. She didn't have time to ask what he meant before he was gone, leaving her to stand in her living room, confused and possibly a little bit hurt. She slowly shut the door, moving to clean up.