Meg had a hell of a time dragging her friend out of the club despite the vomit issue. Christine didn't want to stop partying. She blamed Raoul and her mother for keeping her best friend this sheltered. Her dad couldn't be included because she'd actually been a child then.
Christine was leaning heavily against her at this point, giggling softly to herself about something or other. It could be anything really. As endearing as it was, she opted to ignore it. She was more focused on getting them back to hotel room unharmed. She wasn't entirely sober, after all. But she was better off than her friend.
Once they got there, there was more of a struggle as Christine was reluctant to actually cooperate at first.
She'd nibbled at Meg's neck in an attempt to get her to change her mind, something that was uncharacteristic of her friend. But honestly, there was a part of her that was enjoying it despite the circumstances.
After another five minutes, she managed to get the key card away from Christine and opened the door for her. She hadn't been too worried about the other woman wandering off as she'd decided to wrap herself around her like an octopus the moment she'd moved to unlock the door.
She didn't make Christine let go, instead opting to drag the both of them inside through nothing but sheer willpower and a strong desire to not lose the body heat. She approached the bed and flopped down on her stomach. She grunted slightly because Christine was apparently a ragdoll when drunk, not even trying to stop herself from flopping across her back.
Meg became accustomed to the weight after she realized that her friend wasn't too inclined to move out of that position. Just when she started to relax, she felt Christine unzip her dress and slip a hand underneath the material. The taller woman proceeded to delicately trail her fingers up and down the dip between her shoulder blades.
She forced herself to not become overly focused on it. If she didn't overthink it too much, the gesture felt good and it was oddly soothing.
It wasn't too long before she drifted off. She knew Christine would be out like a light soon enough, seeing as her movements were becoming slower and slower. Occasionally she'd stop completely before resuming what she was doing. She wouldn't be able to fight sleep forever.
The morning was much less pleasant than the night before- though it was unlikely that Christine remembered anything. It was a thought that both saddened her and relieved her all at once.
She laid there for the longest time, trying to get her brain working properly. Trying to drown out the pain and the metaphorical fog that had covered it. Thankfully, the sounds of someone emptying their stomach did the trick.
Meg got up and hurried into the bathroom, gathering Christine's curls for her. She held them out of the way with one hand and rubbed her back with the other.
Christine emptied her stomach a couple more times before she stopped, panting and leaning her cheek against the porcelain of the toilet. "Water.. please?" She gasped, peering at Meg over her shoulder as best as she could.
Meg nodded and let go of her hair and headed over to the sink, filling it with cold water. She handed it to the other woman with a faint smile. "Anyway.. don't drink too fast." She warned softly.
"I know.." Christine rasped softly in response. She rinsed her mouth out and spat it in the toilet. She did this a couple more times before sipping at the water.
Meg helped her off the floor a few minutes later, leading her over to the bed. He pushed her onto it gently and perched beside her with a sigh. She felt dirty. Very dirty. A shower was in order. But it could wait for a little bit longer.
"How you feeling? Do you remember anything about last night?" She asked cautiously. She didn't want to panic Christine. She really didn't. But she also needed to know for her own sake.
Would she have to pretend that the kiss never happened? That her best friend hadn't kissed her neck? Would she have to erase the little thing that happened before they fell asleep from her memory?
"Mm...not too much, but I do know that I woke up with my hand in your dress and laying on top of you." Christine answered in a hushed tone, massaging her temples as her own voice reverberated in her head.
"Yeah.. don't worry about that making me feel weird or anything. I didn't think it was awkward or anything." Meg murmured, making a hesitant attempt. Surely drunk actions didn't come out of nowhere, right?
Christine didn't answer right away. In fact she seemed to be ignoring her. The longer her best friend remained silent the more anxious that she became. She wanted to rewind time and stop those stupid words from leaving her mouth.
"No? Well I did!" Christine snapped, looking up at her with the faintest flinch. Clearly her headache was pretty damn bad.
Meg couldn't withhold the flinch, averting her gaze to her hands. She could feel Christine gazing at her but she didn't want to see the disgust in her eyes.
"Meg..." Christine started, trailing off. The brunette tried to catch the blonde's eye, but she was ultimately unsuccessful.
Meg shook her head ever so slightly, looking anywhere but at Christine. If vomiting after kissing her had shattered her confidence, then hearing such vehement disgust shattered her heart. She should've known better. Drunk actions were just that, drunk actions. She'd been a fool to let herself believe otherwise.
"Oh... well, I'm sorry that I let you drink that much. I should be going. I'll see you later." Meg finally announced. She stood up and headed towards the door without a single backwards glance.
"See you Meg." Christine responded just as she was stepping out the door. She almost sounded sad and it almost made Meg turn back.
But she couldn't. She couldn't afford to. She was just hearing what she wanted to hear.
