disclaimer: i own nothing Resident Evil related on this fanfic, just my own ideas for somewhat of a story, all characters and possible brands citations are property of their own respective owners.

Night Out and Surprises

Getting to the pub didn't take long, about a 20minute drive as far as Jill could tell, she wasn't really paying attention since Rebecca kept her busy most of the trip talking about the tv shows they were watching earlier. Claire parked the car across the road from the pub, since it's small parking lot was filled. They could see Chris' car just behind the parking lot fence, so they knew he'd already be inside, so it was just a matter of finding him.

The pub had a stuffed air, and smelled of smoke and beer. Jill somewhat recognized the place, she had in fact been there once before as they had told her, but it was completely different. It used to be a rustic styled bar, almost a mix of a bar, a coffee shop and a somewhat fancy restaurant. Now it looked far more messy, the tables were still around, no waiters, or at least no waiters like before, there were at least two girls doing rounds around the tables and seemingly taking orders, but most people seem to be getting their drinks on the counter, where two guys, an older one looking like he is on his fifties and a younger one, seeming around his thirties, were making most of the drinks, or pouring them, since mostly they seem to be serving beer and a couple of other drinks directly from press taps. Every so often they'd use one of the various bottles on behind them and mix some actual drinks, but didn't seem like a common occurrence for the night.

"Now to find my brother."

"Probably sitting on a corner, doing an "I'm a badass" expression while drinking...whatever really." jibbed Rebecca as they crossed the door into the pub.

"Right on the ball, miss Chambers." said Jill pointing to the opposing corner of the bar. There sat Chris' alone on a table, drinking what looked like a beer. "You girls head to the table, I'll get us something on the counter. Beers all around sounds good? Don't think place has any…fancy drinks."

The place had wooden floors, and wood about halfway through the walls, giving it a somewhat rustic old style still. "Maybe it works as a dinner or actual restaurant at some other time of the day or day of the week? The table placement would actually be suitable for that too." Jill mused to herself while taking in the environment while walking to the counter.

"Hey Chris." Rebecca said with a small hand wave and sitting at the table. Chris had chosen a table with eight places, three chairs, and the couch on the opposite side, in a shape as if embracing the table, large enough for five people.

"Rebecca, Claire." Chris said raising his glass as if to greet them with it. "Jill isn't with you?"

"She wasn't so keen on coming, but she's here. She went to the counter to get us some drinks, and what about Piers?"

"He went to try find something to eat other than general snacks, so I'm guessing he'll either go outside and buy actual food somewhere, or come back with a pizza or something along those lines."

"Some food would be good if we are going to drink the night away." said Claire sitting beside her brother.

"Claire..."

"Chris. Don't even get started."

"Fine, but I'm not driving you home if you drink too much."

"That'd be me." Rebecca interjected. "Designated driver for the night, only drinking one beer glass than sticking with juice till it's time for us to leave."

"Haaaaa." came the excessively loud defeated sight from Chris. "Fine, you girls do whatever you want."

Getting to the counter Jill, felt uncomfortable, as if she was being watched, but discreetly checking using the mirror behind the bar counter she found nothing. "Calm down Jill, it's probably just the amount of people here, it has been a while since I have been anywhere with this many people."

"Could I get a mug of beer? And one of those really large jars of beer of with a couple glasses?" she ordered over the counter. The older guy just nodded and grabbed a couple a frosty mug and a frosty jumbo-sized jar and started pouring the beer into them, handing them to her when he was done. "How much do I owe you?" Jill asked.

"Nah, you are with Chris there right? He said he'll cover it all later, so just order whatever you gals want and he can pay me later. He does come here often, so he already has a tab. Need any help taking those to the table?" The old man acted way more gentle then he seemed, just looking at him you'd be imagining him as the grisly or coarse type of person, but he seems surprisingly nice from what little interaction Jill had with him so far.

"Oh, nice, thank you. And nah, I should be fine, can I take one of these trays though?"

"Sure, just make sure to not play Frisbee with it, had it happen once, had broken bottles and hurt people as a result." the old man said with a smile.

"We won't, thanks." Jill said taking her whole order and placing on the tray, and proceeding to balance it through the crowd of people between the counter and their table. She got to the table right as Chris was exhaling his exaggerated sigh.

"You got that right. Here are our drinks ladies." Jill said placing the single mug for Rebecca, and placing a glass for her and Claire, before putting down the massive beer jar, with a giant logo of the bar on its side.

"That's…a lot of beer to just start with." –Claire said starting at the large mug.

"And I asked just for a glass not a mug. Well, it isn't that huge of a difference I guess, and we won't leave any time soon so it should be fine either way." came Rebecca's complain.

"Geez, you guys complain so much that I actually feel like a waitress here. Would you like to order anything else?" Jill said playfully, changing her voice tone and holding a pretend air notebook to write on.

Claire just laughed. While Chris just looked at her with a deadpan face.

"Hi to you too Jill."

"Hi Chris, heard you are a regular here?"

"How? Oh wait, was it the old man? His name is William by the way. Yeah, I come here often, usually during the day though, it's-"

"More of a café then? Or restaurant?"

"...Yeah, exactly, how did you know?"

"Just guessed from how the floor, walls, ceiling and tables are set up. Feels more like a family restaurant turned bar then a bar to start with."

"Exactly that actually, nice catch on the details there."

"Thank you, glad I'm still decent at simple deductions."

"Yeah, yeah, nothing to be proud of, sit down already."

"Yes sir." she said with a half salute and a grin on her face. She sat on the opposing side of the table, at the corner of the couch side of the table, crossing her legs on top of it. "Now give me that jar so I can start working on getting some inebriation recreational activity."

"I'll fill us the first glasses." Claire said from across the table, getting up and filling both glasses, then going around to take it to Jill, but instead of coming back to sit beside Chris she just sat there, at the end of the couch, beside Jill, looking away while starting to drink as if looking around the crowd. "There are really a lot of people here tonight."

Chris just raised his brow as if pondering something for a second, but then brushed it off.

"Yeah, it's actually way more crowed the normally. And there's Piers, with pizza."

"Phew finally, had to walk a block to get us some decent pizza."

"Welcome back Piers, and you didn't have to, you know they have food here."

"Well yeah, but one it's terrible on bar nights, even though it's pretty good during the day, and two I didn't want to wait when we had more people coming. And talking of more people…Hello Claire." he said as if just noticing that there were more people on the table, and putting out his hand for a handshake.

"Hi Piers, oh don't believe you have met Jill yet?"

"Jill? Jill Valentine?"

"That would be me, yes."Jill said, stretching herself over the table and putting her hand out for a handshake.

Piers hesitated for a moment, before nearly jumping with both his hands to shake Jill's hand.

"Miss. Mam. It's an honor, really. I can't begin to-"

"Piers?"

"Yes captain?"

"Chris. And she is Jill. No ranks or formalities tonight. And also please no fan-boy stuff or I'll have to send you back."

"S-sure. Piers, nice to meet you Jill."

"Pleasure is mine."

"Oh we have a jar for the table?" Piers asked sitting down on the middle chair.

"Nope, that one is just for the two of us." Jill said pointing at her and Claire. "Need to go get another one for you and Chris if you want. Oh, also count Barry in, he should probably arrive somewhat soon-ish given the time he said he'd be here."

"Got it. I'll be right back then."

"Hey! I'm here too you know!" Rebecca grumbled from the corner.

"Oh I'm sorry, hello miss Chambers." which got him a slanted eye stare from Rebecca. "Rebecca, hi Rebecca."

"Hi to you too Piers." Rebecca said with a smile.

Piers then walked to the counter to order their drink.

"Losing a fan Chris? I mean, you are cool and all but I'd totally agree if he preferred Jill, total badass and much prettier." Rebecca poked fun at Chris.

"I wish, at least he'd stop prodding me about my past missions as he says it, but more like inquiring by my whole life."

"Oh?"

"So, let's start eating that pizza then? It smells great." said Jill as she finished her second glass of beer and started to pour herself a third one.

"Sure, I think its cut already, so just take the slices as you want them." Chris answered from across the table.

Claire looked across the table at Rebecca with a worried expression, and Rebecca just shrugged. She was worried about how fast Jill was downing her glasses, if she kept that pace she'd be drunk if not wasted in no time. Deciding to just leave those thoughts aside she finished her own glass, her first one, and asked Jill to refill it since she already had the jar at hand, while grabbing a slice of pizza.

"It does taste good." it was Rebecca that commented on it, while Jill and Claire just nodded. Chris seemed like he had eaten the pizza before so he didn't really show much of a reaction.

"See? Told you it was worth going out to buy it. It's a pizza place just down the street and across the road, good pizza and good prices too." –Piers said, arriving back at the table with a large jar of beer and a set of three glasses.

They spent the next thirty minutes or so talking about diverse subjects, old missions, guns, tv shows, mostly subjects brought up by either Piers or Rebecca. Jill didn't talk much, but it's not like she wasn't actively participating, she just would somewhat retreat now and then, and just sit back and look at the people chatting at the table, as if she wasn't a part of it. And then, right on cue, Barry arrived, a few minutes later than expected.

"Barry!" yelled Jill from her place at the corner of the table while waving her hand so he could see and hear her from the entrance to the establishment.

Barry just laughed and he walked to the table. Jill practically throwing herself over the table to give him a one armed hug. That was when Claire noticed that most of the large jar of beer was gone already, and she had barely drunk of it. Sure she drank quite a good amount, but considering the size of that jar it was nothing.

"And sorry, but I got forced to bring her."

"Hey guys!" came a yell from behind Barry.

"No need to yell from this close Moira!" –said Barry exasperated.

"Yeeeeeees daaaaad. Claire, hi. How you've been? Haven't seen you in a while."

"Ahem." Barry let out coughing her attention.

"Yes, yes, I was getting to it. No need to get so annoyed. Chris, Piers, Rebecca, hi everybody." she said waving at everybody. "And you…are probably Jill, am I right?"

"That'd be me, yeah." Jill said, slightly slurring her words. "This feels like a replay." she whispered to Claire, who just giggled.

"Jill fucking Valentine… from the Jill sandwich story yeah? Back from the dead and all. That's amazing. I mean…shit, sorry, not a good subject I'd assume."

"Yes, and mind all the swearing will you." said Barry.

"Says you." Moira said rolling her eyes.

"Yes, says me." and after a pause and an uncomfortable stare from Moira. "At least I'm trying, ok?"

"Yeah, yeah. But that's it, I gotta get going, just really stopped to say hi."

"Huh?" Barry said confused. "You annoyed the hell out of me to bring you and you are leaving already?"

"Yeah, I'm leaving you guys to catch up and stuff, plus I have other stuff to do. And you wouldn't give me a ride otherwise!"

"Wait, stuff to do? Where are you going?" Barry started, but was cut off by Moira starting to leave.

"Just stuff, meet friends, watch movies, you know, girl-stuff. Just not with only girls."

"What does that mean?" Barry said getting up.

"Talk to you later pops!" Moira said practically running out.

"Haaa, I swear, these kids are going to drive me crazy one of these days."

"At least she seems fine, I was worried about her after all that happened." said Chris from where he was seated.

"Yeah, she's fine, better then fine really, too energetic, I just can't keep up." Barry said lowering his shoulders.

"Well, good thing the night just started and we have liquid tranquility over here." joked Rebecca from across the table pointing at the beer jar.

"True enough, I'll have to watch out, gotta drive back after so can't drink too much." Barry said pouring him a glass.

"Makes two of us then buddy." Rebecca said pointing at her own glass. "Only juice after this one."

"Good call, think I might just follow it."

And the conversation got back into the previous rhythm, missions, guns, tv, shows, music, whatever Barry, Piers or Rebecca would come up with really. They went from talking about BSAA missions to discussing current music, in a flow that felt completely odd for anyone not actually participating in the conversation. It didn't go unnoticed to him that while Jill's behavior was better it still wasn't quite...natural, and that she was drinking way more than normal. At this point she had already asked a waitress to bring another jar for her and Claire.

"Jill, shouldn't you at least slow down on the beer for a little? You've been drinking too much too fast." it was Chris that actually stepped up and said what the rest of the table was thinking.

"Eh, it's fine, not like I have to drive us back, and long as I'm not completely wasted it shouldn't be much of a problem, I'm not that bad of a drunk am i?"

"…No comments." Chris said hiding a grin.

"Ah! I saw that, I'm not a bad drunk. Unlike soooooome people." Jill said leaning on the table, resting her shoulder and elbow on it and her head on her palm.

"That was only once, and I'm pretty sure there was something mixed on that drink, I'd blame you for tampering with it if you didn't arrive with me just then." said Chris defending himself, with a straight as possible face.

"Uh huh, sure. Sounds like excuses to me, just don't start singing after you get tipsy ok?" Jill finished with a huge grin, leaving Chris unable to answer, but with a smile on his face.

Jill stretched her arms and looked around the pub for a few moments before talking with Claire.

"Could you excuse me for a second?"

Claire just looked at her with a confused expression, already tipsy herself, what Jill said took a little to settle in before she understood it.

"O-oh, sure." Claire said, getting up so Jill could come of out of the couch and stand up.

"I'll be right back guys."

The table just assumed she was going to the toilet, the only one that followed her with her eyes was Claire. She saw her head to the back exit door, and before she could say or do anything she saw her get what looked like a pack of cigarettes from her back pocket.

"Oh so she's going out to smoke, for a second there-"

"You though she was leaving?" came a small whisper from Rebecca who had slide across the table to where Jill had been sitting.

"No. I mean…yes, for a second."

"She won't, at least not tonight."

"What's that supposed to-"

But before Claire could finished Rebecca saw two things that caught her attention, one of them was doctor Cassandra, sitting at a bench on the counter chatting with two people, she wasn't supposed to be here. She couldn't know where they were going, too big of a coincidence that she just happened to be here with her friends as well. And the other thing was by the entrance door, or rather, by the very first table closes to the entrance door. She stopped listening to Claire at that moment and said sorry in a hurry, before sliding back to she had been sitting leaving Claire with her mouth open mid-sentence.

"Chris, by the door. On the first table." she whispered.

"I know. They've pretty much been following Jill ever since she left the hospital." he whispered back, low as he could.

"What? Why didn't you say anything?"

"Cause it does nobody any good. I'm sure Jill noticed too, so I guess she was expecting it already."

"Are they really following her all the time?"

"Almost, just when she goes places that are out of her normal patterns, otherwise they just keep surveillance on her apartment. Still surprised she managed to slip out and go to Raccoon City with these guys following her without them noticing."

"Raccoon City?! What in the blazing hell was she doing there?" Rebecca said a little louder then what she meant, gather attention from the rest of the table.

"Just some inner thinking far as she told me." Chris answered still on a whisper. "We'll talk about all of it some other time." he said in a hurry and hushed tone. –So Barry, I heard you modified your SE even further?"

Feeling Chris was trying to change the subject to avoid something of a certain degree of concern, Barry decided to go along.

"Damn right I did, changed the trigger and…"

Rebecca was glad that Chris managed to turn the subject of talk on the table around like that. But the presence of the two "black coats" and doctor Cassandra was still bugging her.

"She's taking so long…" Claire murmured with what Rebecca could swear was tinge of longing on her voice.

Soon as she said that Jill came back inside the same door she had gone out of, but she wasn't alone, she was talking with one of the waitresses. A tall red-headed woman, wearing black-jet pants and a black shirt with the logo of the bar. They stopped by the corner of the counter, where the waitress wrote something down on a paper then handed it over to Jill, before putting her fingers on Jill's hair as if fixing it and running her hand down her arm, finally half holding her hand and letting go before waving a good bye and getting back to work. Jill put whatever was on the paper on her pocket and headed back to the table. The small scene was also noticed by Chris, who commented on it right away as soon as Jill got to the table.

"Really Jill? Already?"

"What?"Jill said biting her tongue on accident as she sat down back on her previous spot."Ow..."

"I saw that."

"Saw what?" she had a sort of guilty, uncomfortable smile on her face.

"You and the waitress, getting back in together after I don't know how long the two of you being out there together."

Claire got slightly annoyed imagining what her brother was pointing yet.

"I also saw you got her number, or maybe address?" at that comment, Barry and Piers just stopped their enthusiastic chat about gun modding, Rebecca let out a whistle, and Claire just stood still, waiting for Jill's next answer.

"Damn it, you couldn't just let it be, I was trying to be discreet about it. And it was a phone number." she said taking the paper out of her pocket. "I did tell her I wasn't actually looking into getting into anything right now, but she insisted and-"

"And you just caved in? Please tell you weren't out there making out with her Jill…" -Chris said rubbing his forehead, the feeling of a coming headache suddenly hit him, concern bubbling into exasperation.

"…No I wasn't." was Jill delayed answer. "And thanks by the way."

"What do you mean thanks? I didn't-" "Oh." just then he noticed everybody on the table was looking at their exchange. If it was only Rebecca and Barry it would have been fine, they already knew about her preferences, but Piers and Claire didn't have a clue about it.

"Erm. I'm sorry."

"You better be. You were the one that- never mind, I don't want to have this talk. Claire could you excuse me again? Going to the counter get us another Jar, probably last one for the night since it's getting pretty late." Jill said slurring or tripping over herself on nearly every word of the sentence.

As Claire got up, unsteady herself, Jill suddenly got up, half standing on the couch before jumping back down out of it, but bumping onto Claire in the process, bringing both of them down to the ground. She manage to half-spin their bodies during the fall, so she took the brunt of it with Claire mostly falling on top of her.

"Sorry, you ok?"

"I'm fine, are you ok? I heard a bang, your head-"

"Just a small bruise nothing serious."

They were only talking loud enough for each other to hear, so nobody else caught their conversation but nobody other than Chris seemed to care that deeply.

"Jill." he called across the table, with a serious and warning tone of voice, or as serious as he could manage after drinking a little more than he should.

Jill just sighed, as she helped Claire and herself up.

"Yes, yes, off-limits." Jill said in exasperation, dusting herself off. "And I'm not trying anything here either, get the big brother impulses under control for crying out loud." she finished as she headed for the bar counter.

"Another jar." Jill said doubling over the counter.

"Really?" came the questioning response of the old man behind the counter.

"Would be more, but I guess the night just ended on that table over there." again tripping and slurring words as she talked more quickly.

"I'm not so sure-"

"Look, I'll decide what is or what isn't a good idea ok? You seem like a nice person and all but-"

"Just let her have it, I'll take responsibility if anything happens. Not that it will, right Jill?" said a familiar female voice beside her.

For a moment she just stared, mix of surprise and confusion printed on her face.

"...Cassandra, right?"

"Yes, glad you remember it."

"What are you..."

"Doing here? Coincidence it seems, I heard from Agent Chambers that you and your friends were going out tonight, got an invitation even, but had to decline because I had previous engagements with some colleagues, but seems like both our groups came to the same place."

Jill was having a hard time believing it was just coincidence, but her inebriated mind was clouding her better judgment. And also the question still stood.

"Wait, so, you've been here long?"

"Most of the night really, when I got here the big guy with the red hair was screaming something to a young lady with black hair as she practically bolted out of here."

"Wow, so really almost the whole night, damn."

"You didn't notice me? I have been looking at you every so often since earlier and at some point saw you looking this way, just figured you saw me but were busy or didn't want to talk with me."

"No, really, sorry. I…to be honest, even though I remember your name, I just vaguely remember your face. I'm really sorry." Jill said, feeling really sorry for the woman, but also for herself.

"No, no, I mean, it's a little disappointing I'll admit, but with the amount of medical personnel and tests and drugs used on some of them that's kind to be expected."

Jill felt something was off about that sentence but before she could comment on it just got cut by the old barman bringing her the jar of beer she asked for.

"Here it is, another jumbo one. This is the last one you get for the night though, not serving you anything else alcoholic tonight."

"Fair enough, thank you."

"Look, I gotta go back-"

"Your friends, yeah, talk to you later maybe? We'll probably be here till it closes since we are celebrating a birthday."

"Sure, sounds fine, if nothing else I'll stop to say goodbye." Jill said waving back, before wobbling her way back to the table.

Arriving at the table she was met with an argument between Claire and Chris.

"And why off-limits? I still don't get it!"

"Honestly, if you still don't get it you are probably not going to get it unless someone writes it down…" Rebecca chimed in and immediately regretted.

"Then why don't you write it down Rebecca? I hate how it feels like I'm the only one on this table that doesn't know something and somehow it seems that even though I don't know what that is it is still related to me somehow." a small silenced followed, with Claire glaring between Chris and Rebecca, while Piers and Barry just made their best to stay out of it.

Jill just sighed, she knew that it would come sooner or later, she never thought it would come up like this, or that Claire wouldn't have noticed yet to be honest.

"She's referring to my preferences." Jill said arriving at the table with the jar of beer.

"What do you mean?"

Chris let out a loud sigh.

"And you shut up if you won't say anything useful." Claire practically snarled at him.

"Girls. I prefer girls. Or rather, I don't like men, even a little. Not in that sense anyway."

"What do you...oh. " that's when she finally got what she meant. It was exactly as Rebecca said, she had to spell it out for her, and even then she took a second to grasp it.

"And the off-limits thing" Jill said turning to Chris "was what he asked of me when he found out. You are his sister, so you are off-limits. Back then it slightly pissed me off cause it felt like he was assuming I'd go around chasing any skirts, but didn't take long to notice he just meant you, his sister, literally, big brother mode at its best." she finished, feeling more annoyed then she should. She took a look at the jar, and started drinking directly from it, she downed half the thing before stopping, nearly throwing up.

"She is your sister, she is off-limits. I know, you don't need to remind me, there isn't anything, and even if there was I'd honor a promise I made to my partner best as I could. Why do you- Why do you- Why does everybody-" she was on the verge of tears due to anger, she wasn't even sure why she felt so angry. "I'm leaving." she said, turning around and nearly falling.

"Wait, Jill!" Chris was the first one to make his way to her but was cut off before he could reach her.

"Stop, don't touch me, don't come near me. Not right now." she said in almost pleading voice. "Sorry." came her next sentence in a sad whisper, after which she silently got up and stumbled her way back to the bar counter.

All they could see was that she was talking with some woman that she apparently knew, and then she left the bar with her. Claire felt a pang on her chest, and an incoming headache already reaching her.

"Let's go Claire." said Rebecca, having left her sit and moving to where Claire half stood with her arm halfway lifted into the air towards where Jill stormed off to. "And Chris, don't beat yourself too hard for this. You weren't…well, brilliant for lack of a better term at the moment, but you didn't do anything too absurd other than the excessive big brother that we all know you are. Jill just has too much to deal with right now and frankly, your behavior right now didn't help, her or anybody. But I'm sure once moods have calmed down a little and the alcohol is gone you'll be able to talk it out with her. Actually them." she corrected herself after feeling Claire slightly shake under her hand. Barry could you lend me your coat?

"Sure thing, here."

Rebecca took the coat and put it over Claire's shoulders, and started leading her outside back to the car, to drive her home.

After the three women left, the three guys were left there, in silence for a while. Barry was the first one to break it.

"Ah to hell with it, I need some of it now." he said taking a large gulp out of the beer jar Jill had just left behind. "I know you don't need me telling you that, but you really messed that one up Chris."

Chris just grunted. Then it was Piers time to chime in.

"I don't exactly know all the details but it does seem like it was a case of bad timing, and possibly poor choice of words. Or how to say them maybe." Piers said, the last bit in a whisper to himself.

"Yes, yes. I know, you are both really useful as parrots. So either give me some groundbreaking advice on how to fix this pronto or let's just change the subject." was Chris exasperated answer.

"I agree with what Rebecca said, once she's calmed down and the alcohol is out of her system she should be fine." Piers said filling his glass again.

"If anything I'd be more worried about Claire, for whatever reason it feels like she took everything very poorly." Barry mused aloud.

Chris just grunted louder.

"Not. Helping."

"Ok, ok. Seems like we'll be here till closing time, you sticking with us Barry?" Piers asked

"Sure, might as well."

Piers proceeded to fill Chris glass with beer, while Barry just put his glass aside and moved the beer jar closer to him. They changed subject, but with Chris' mood now completely ruined and their own mood not at its highest it felt like it was going be to be a long night.

Outside the bar, while entering their own car, Claire caught a glimpse of the same woman from the bar counter driving by on a red sedan, and Jill, sitting on the front sit looking out the window.

"Rebecca." Claire said weekly.

"Yes?"

"Home."

"Yes, we are going home." Rebecca took the single word instead of full statement as a result from being drunk or maybe shock. But then Claire repeated it, more urgently.

"Home, now! Please." she said practically begging on her last word.

"Well, you asked for it." Rebecca said, as she took the car out of their parking slot and started driving back home as fast as she could.

Arriving home Claire didn't even wait for Rebecca to actually stop, as soon as the car had slowed down enough that she could step out of it without falling she did so. Scanning the road she saw the same red sedan parked across the road.

No. Was all she was thinking, she wasn't sure of why, but the word kept repeating itself on her mind. She walked to her front door where she was forced to stop as a strong nausea hit her, forcing her to turn to the side and throw up. Rebecca who had been scared out of her skin with Claire practically jumping out of a car in movement just parked the car outside and locked it before running up to Claire, arriving just in time to help her. She helped Claire up so she wouldn't fall, and held her hair backwards so she wouldn't throw up on her on her. It took a few moments before Claire finally stopped throwing up and could stand mostly on her own again, as soon as that happened she turned to open the front door.

"You should go straight to your room and lie down." Rebecca suggested.

"No."

As they walked in Claire headed to the backyard.

"You are clearing not feeling well."

"No."

Claire opened the door to the back yard but before setting food outside, she saw people moving on the back house. She froze for a moment, eyes wide open as if scared of something.

"No."

Rebecca then pulled Claire back inside. She didn't really need to use force, Claire wasn't in condition to resist even if she wanted to.

"You don't want or need to see that right now."

Claire just lowered her head and nodded, tears slowly falling down her face.

"We've all drank too much tonight and emotions got a little out of control, I'm sure things will be better in the morning."

Claire gain said nothing, just nodded, and let herself be taken up to her room, where Rebecca helped her get cleaned and changed before putting her to sleep.

"So exhausted she fell asleep right away…" Rebecca thought looking at Claire while she lay on the bed, with a few stranded tears still dripping down her face.

Rebecca decided to sleep at Claire's room that night, in case she needed anything through the night. She brought her sleeping bag and changed clothes before lying down.

"Haaaa." she sighed deeply. "Hope things go back to normal in the morning, or normal as possible given the circumstances."

AN:

And another one. Again, much longer then i originally thought, just another 1 or 2 chapter so the story catches up to the rough sketches i had for it.

Again, any reviews or opinions or constructive criticism are appreciated.

Insomnia and writing this between 3-5 am really isn't good, get myself miss typing or choosing the wrong words/dialog for wrong characters more often then i probably should, but its about the only time i have and its also the time i get "inspired" (if i may call it that) to actually come up with ideas to write, or ideas on how to type down my original ideas.