Christine had thankfully managed to book pretty decent tickets to France and a large hotel room. She had slept through most of the flight so she'd been more than little awake by the time that she landed. She'd collected her bags and headed out of the airport after a painless process. She wasn't exactly paying attention to where she was going, too caught up in refamiliarizing herself with the sights in Paris. She'd missed it, she'd missed it more than she'd truly realized. It simply added to her list of regrets that came from nothing but moving away with Raoul.

A small body collided with her own and she staggered back, perking up when she recognized that giggle. It was purely Meg- even if there was definitely something off about it. Looking at her friend, it became fairly obvious what that was. The blonde woman was heavily intoxicated, swaying from side to side with a dreamy expression on her face. Her pale cheeks were flushed and she somehow still looked absolutely gorgeous. Perhaps even more so than usual at the moment. "Meg?" She called, intrigued by how she might respond.

Meg gasped and threw herself into Christine again, clinging to her and nuzzling. Christine yelped and dropped her bags, instinctively wrapping her arms around her old friend. "Chrissy! It's Chrissy! I've missed you so much!" the blonde slurred, essentially chanting her name as she bounced in her arms.

The clear excitement in her tone caused Christine to blush, a small smile forming despite herself. Her long time boyfriend had never been able to muster up that excitement about anything, let alone seeing her. Perhaps she should be a bit more upset still or disgusted with herself for comparing them- but she wasn't. She simply felt free and a little giddy. "Yes, it's me, Meg. I'm staying here for awhile. Would you like to come back to my hotel room with me?" She found herself offering. She meant it but it was also probably safer for her friend with how intoxicated she seemed to be.

Meg nodded eagerly and immediately picked up Christine's bags, linking her free arm through the taller woman's arm a moment later. "Lead the way!" she chirped. Christine giggled quietly and carefully set off once more, moving a little slower than usual for the blonde's sake.

Once they arrived, Meg had paled and rushed towards the bathroom to finally throw her guts up. Christine gasped and hurried after her friend, holding her hair back for her despite the iconic white ribbon in her hair. Her friend seemed ready to pass out by the time that she finished, so Christine laid her down in the bed. She climbed in beside her a few moments later, closing her eyes. She could only guess what tomorrow would bring.


Meg groaned as she awoke in the morning, the sunlight streaming through the cheap, thin curtains making her headache worse. She didn't recognize the room she was in and her breath hitched in panic. She jolted up, wondering who had brought her here and if she'd been drunk enough to follow willingly? Maybe she hadn't come along willingly? It was hard to say. It didn't matter that she was still clothed. She could've passed out before anything could happen. "Meg…? Are you okay?" An achingly familiar voice interrupts her panic and she turns quickly. Her heart skips a couple beats for a completely different reason.

Christine.