05.01.2010, 27.01.2010-28.01.2010 Happy 2010! And damn I'm dizzy.
3x6 – 7
Morning.
"It's good to wake up around 1 p.m., don't you think?"
Miria didn't reply to Galatea's rhetorical question.
"Hey, wake up or I'll draw something on your face with a marker. Or mess up your hair." Not that it wasn't already messed up.
"Ugh… What time is it?" asked Miri not raising her head.
"Around lunch…" lazily 3 replied.
"Are you hungry or something?"
"No."
"Then ignore it."
What kind of answer was that? Thought Gala, but she really wasn't hungry, so why bother saying anything else…
A quick look around yesterday's or rather yesteryear's battlefield. Tables filled with leftovers, empty champaign bottles, decorations that looked good last year seemed lifeless now. She was thankful that everyone was gone. There were many attempts at staying over till morning but Deneve evacuated the drunk Helen off their balcony, Irene had to take Teresa somewhere private, Cynthia and Yuma went to look at the fireworks and didn't come back, probably waking up in awkward positions right now.
"Just as planned…" smiled Gala.
"What?"
"Nothing. Just doing a reference… " she leaned over and smooched her in her sleepy cheeks, " So? You finally waking up?"
"Happy new year, Gala." said Miria before yawning.
"Yeah-yeah, same to you."
A kiss later Miria finally and slowly got out of bed. She didn't drink that much last night, didn't dance that much either. But still was tired as hell, cause before the celebration she was the one who took care of all the preparations, while Gala only did some light shopping for ingredients. And cooking was also her responsibility/challenge… Miria's cooking wasn't a catastrophe like during her school years, but still demanded a lot of effort and a few redos. And…
"Thanks a lot for keeping me up half the night…"
"Yeah-yeah."
"I'm gonna hit the shower."
Miria made it to the bathroom and gazed at the enormous amounts of beauty product gift sets that Gala had generated during the holiday season. It would seem that almost half of everything her lover got for Christmas were perfumes, shampoos and ext. Galatea did burn through the hair-care supplies pretty quickly, but ironically was less focused on facial make-up. And the other half of presents were clothes and flowers…
"I'll use some of your stuff! To kick-start the year…" shouted Miria into the living room as she unpacked one of the shampoos.
"Go ahead… Just be careful, or your hair will lose it's spikiness."
"Very funny. That'll never happen," proudly said Miria as she closed the shower doors, undressing wasn't necessary as she was already in her birthday suit, except maybe some confetti sticking to her feet.
"This is a new year, a new decade beginning… Anything can happen."
But Miria didn't hear her cause she already opened the water.
Gala followed into the bathroom and leaned to the mosaic glass of the shower for no other reason, other than assuming Miria will think she looks cool that way. She was also pretty tired from the celebrations and the afterparty, but never showed any sign of fatigue. Keeping everything look slick and cool was sort of her lifestyle. But really, she wouldn't mind a shower herself…
"Don't even think about it…" said Miria reading her thoughts.
"You can't even see my face, yet you know exactly what I'm thinking. Anyway, why not?" replied Gala getting a little excited.
"I'm tired. I just got out of bed. I'll end up crawling back to bed and sleeping till evening… You really want me to do that?"
"Let me think… How bout I carry you to bed instead?"
"Please leave your prince charming antiques out of this…."
"OK, OK… You can carry me if you want and tell me that I'm lighter than I look."
"Galatea, what's gotten into you? Are you trying to pull a marathon or something? I know you're the tropical storm and stuff, but aren't you getting a little too carried away?"
"I heard that, how you meet the new year, that's how you'll live it… And aren't you too tired to resist?"
"Oh for the love of…"
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Miria ended up being the one to carry Gala to bed and nearly for the rest of January 3 and 6's biological clock shifted towards sleeping till lunch.