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Gluttony

She was beginning to worry she'd never sleep again.

Even if she didn't have to be at County all the time, sleep seemed a thing of the past. It was all the tension. It filled the house 24 hours a day and it was unbearable. Even now, when he wasn't here (her fault), it hung thick in the air.

Swallowing a piece of white chocolate (with nuts, in her opinion the only tolerable white chocolate), she tried to figure out a way to fix it.

Moping, she knew, wasn't to her help her in her current situation. Cleaning wasn't going to get rid of the tension between her and her husband. Throwing herself into work wasn't going to make her miss her old apartment – and its inhabitant – any less. Stuffing her face definitely wasn't going to make her confusion disappear. So, she figured, it would be best to call in some re-enforcements before she ate twice her weight in chocolate.

Abby had dealt with a plethora of problems. Abby was a trouble magnet. Abby was disaster walking. Abby would know what to do.

As it turned out, it wasn't the best idea.

It started out well enough, as a typical girl night. They'd put on a cheesy movie, giggled at all the appropriate moments and ate ice cream. It wasn't until Abby noticed that Neela's ice cream (Karamel Sutra, her favourite) was disappearing at an alarming rate, that she asked why exactly she was called over in the middle of the night.

"I just…needed to talk to a girl." Neela answered.

"Oh yes, all this talking is blowing my mind." Abby joked.

Neela didn't make an effort to be amused. "It's just all wrong, Abby." She muttered.

"What happened?" Abby took her hand. "Where's Michael?"

"I think I kicked him out." Neela replied.

"You think you kicked him out?"

Truth be told, she really didn't know exactly what she had done. She remembered coming home from work. She remembered tension and an uncomfortable silence. She remembered fighting, which wasn't at all unusual. She remembered telling him to 'get over himself or fuck the hell off and leave her alone'. The last clear things that came to mind were the slamming of the door and, by the time her tears had dried, the kitchen re-organized and her chocolate stash halved, the realization that he wasn't coming back.

It had all just completely derailed.

"You told him to fuck off?" Abby asked in disbelief.

"Yeah…something like that."

She was a bad person. A bad, bad person. She wasn't worth a used glove from a trashcan. She deserved to be stoned.

"How about some alcohol?" Neela suggested.

"Alcoholic, Neela. Remember?"

"I was talking about me. I could really use some alcohol." Yeah, alcohol would fix this.

She was about to get up when she realized they had no alcohol in the house anyway. Perhaps she'd lived in a house where there was always alcohol for too long. Mentally kicking herself in the head (Always have alcohol!), he settled on the rest of her ice cream instead. She shouldn't be drinking around Abby anyway (Bad person).

"I couldn't drink it anyway." Abby grinned. "I'm…I'm…pregnant!"

Neela nearly choked on her spoon. "Pregnant?"

"That's what I said."

"As in…a baby?"

"No, Neela, as in an eggplant." Abby rolled her eyes. "Yes, a baby."

"Wow." Neela was having a little trouble digesting the information. "So, no alcohol then. Does, uh, Luka know?"

Abby chuckled. "If I hadn't promised to hit him over the head with something he'd probably have knitted the poor thing a hundred ugly little hats already."

Oh, God. When did Abby get her life? How come Abby suddenly got the happy family? Why did she have to be the one with the marriage that fell apart before it even began? When had she started having more problems than Abby? Oh, God.

Neela sobbed. "I hate you." Her sobs became full blown wailing. She desperately tried to wipe away the stream of tears.

"I know." Abby said, pulling her into a hug. "I know."

"Boys suck." Neela muttered. "I hope it's not a boy." She sniffled. Boy's didn't suck, she sucked. (Why, oh why didn't she have alcohol?) "Want to sleep over?"

Abby chuckled and pulled her closer. "Yeah. Sure."

Neela sniffled again and mentally reminded herself that she was out of chocolate…and alcohol…and soap. She removed herself from Abby and ate the last of her ice cream. Now she was out of ice cream too. This was going to a long night. Correction: this was going to be a very long night.

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