Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine, and no profit is made from these stories. (But I do have fun writing them! : )
Lennie woke up feeling slightly hung over, for the first time in many years.
He was ashamed of himself, but he also couldn't help but think that it made sense when one considered the events of the previous day. It had been a nightmare. First the execution, then the disastrous visit with Cathy. He was prone to think that the visit with Cathy was worse - at least he hadn't been a shitty father to Mickey Scott.
Then he was suddenly reminded of the day's ending. There was someone else in his bed.
"Good morning," Claire said. "Are you feeling okay?"
"Yeah," Lennie replied, "except for a hangover. Nothin' new to me."
She looked so beautiful in the morning light. McCoy doesn't even know what he's got, he thought. "Look, Claire, I'm sorry about last night. It shouldn't have happened..."
"Don't be." Claire smiled, then gently touched his cheek. "I didn't drive you home with the intention of sleeping with you, but I also didn't want to be alone last night."
"Me neither," Lennie said, relieved that she understood. "So what now?"
"I don't really know," Claire said sadly as she headed into Lennie's bathroom to take a shower.
To hell with her, indeed.
finis