Sharon felt a smirk creep on her face as she heard the slow paddling of Andrea's unstable footsteps. When Andrea reached the kitchen, she leaned against the wall, giving Sharon a weak smile before slowly sliding down the wall. When she finally hit the ground, she let out a groan.
"What time is it?"
"10:30."
Andrea quietly nodded her head, then brought her knees up, burying her head and shielding herself from the impossibly bright lights that shone through Sharon's sliding doors. She normally loved the natural light in Sharon's condo, but not this morning. This morning, they were torturous rays sent from the depths of hell.
Andrea mumbled into her lap, a garbling of words that sounded like a plea to Sharon about never letting her drink so much ever again. She groaned once more and lifted her head to look at Sharon again when she saw it.
"What the hell happened to your knee?" A bruise, blue and oval shaped, stretched the entire span of Sharon's upper knee. That bruise had not been there when they had gotten dressed for dinner the night before.
"You really don't remember much from last night do you?" Andrea shook her head, and Sharon smirked again.
"Well, someone got really handsy last night, and I accidentally jerked my knee up and hit it under the table."
Andrea suddenly felt her skin prickle with heat, and she brought the back of her hands up to her cheeks, knowing they were probably a scarlet red.
"Oh god. Was I that bad? I'm sorry. You know better than to let me drink so much in public."
"I know, but we were celebrating you winning the case!" Andrea's face twisted in pain as Sharon's voice went up from enthusiasm.
"Sorry," Sharon continued, her voice brought back down to a whisper. "Morales threatened to leave at some point because you were…very appreciative of my outfit last night. He was just messing with you, but still."
"Oh no…"
Sharon stood up and made way her way to Andrea, joining her on the floor. Andrea tipped her head, resting it on Sharon's shoulder.
"It got to the point where every time Gavin noticed it, and it wasn't like you were being very discreet dear, he would pretend like he was hitting a gavel and would shout 'GUILTY.'"
"He did not!" Andrea's face returned to scarlet, perhaps darkening a shade or two from before.
Sharon giggled, remembering the previous night's shenanigans. Gavin's efforts to embarrass Andrea had not worked. With every declaration of a guilty verdict, Andrea redoubled her efforts while shooting daring looks at the boys.
"Darn, I was really looking forward to celebrating properly with you when we got home."
Sharon laughed, knowing Andrea had started the night with some serious intentions.
"Tell you what," she said, handing her coffee to Andrea. "Take some aspirin, get your rest, and we'll make up for lost time. Rusty's away all weekend…"