Becky spent the day in her hotel room. She decided that, since Charlotte wasn't willing to talk to her, avoiding the tall blonde was probably her best option.

Becky spent the day ordering room service and watching romantic comedies on HBO.

The Lass Kicker was partially into a pint of chocolate chip ice cream and "The Wedding Singer" when there was a knock at the door. Becky slugged over to the door and opened it. Carmella stood in the doorway wearing a crop top and leggings and held a paper bag.

Becky sadly smiled. "Hey, Mella."

Carmella smiled and hugged Becky. Both girls then sat on Becky's bed.

Carmella took a look around the room. Empty ice cream containers were littered everywhere. She then noticed that Becky was wearing the same hoodie and sweat pants as yesterday.

"What did you want, Carmella?" Becky asked.

Carmella shrugged. "I just came by to check on you. Me and the girls worry about you, Beck. You've been ignoring everyone and never hang out anymore."

Becky dropped her head and sighed. "I know, I'm just depressed lately."

"It's been two months, Becky." Carmella said.

Becky nodded her head. She knew she couldn't hold onto this forever.

"So to help you forget," Carmella giggled and opened the paper bag. "I brought you a present." She revealed a large bottle of alcohol.

Becky laughed at Carmella's gesture, but took the bottle. "Tequila? You're such a girl."

The next few minutes both girls shared the bottle. It didn't take long before both girls were rolling around on the bed laughing uncontrollably.

"Bu-but her tits are uneven." Becky laughed. "It's like two balloons, but one lost some air."

Becky and Carmella laughed so hard they were crying. Carmella rolled to her back kicking her feet. The bottle was now empty, and both girls were very drunk.

"You're such a light weight, being from Ireland." Carmella giggled.

Becky leaned over and kissed Carmella.

Becky quickly pulled back. "Whoa, I-I didn't mean th-that Carmella." ]

Carmella pulled Becky back to her and kissed her back. Becky entangled her fingers in Carmella's hair. Carmella wrapped her arms around Becky's neck. Becky began kissing Carmella on the neck, making Carmella moan slightly. Becky slid her hand inside Carmella's leggings, Becky was pleased to notice Carmella wasn't wearing underwear.

"Wait, Becky, maybe we shouldn't." Carmella said.

Becky stopped kissing Carmella and gave her a confused look. "Why?"

"Because you're only doing this because you're hurt... and drunk." Carmella whispered.

Becky removed her hand from Carmella's leggings. Becky sighed. "You're right."

Carmella sat up and hugged Becky. "Maybe we'll try again when you're sober."

Becky laughed with Carmella. "I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable." Becky said.

Carmella shook her head. "I like both, actually." She softly pecked Becky on her cheek.

Becky gave Carmella another hug. "I think I'm gonna take a shower." Becky said.

"Thank fucking God." Carmella said.

Becky playfully punched Carmella in the arm. Becky stripped down and entered the bathroom, leaving Carmella to watch the rest of the movie.

Glancing at her reflection in the mirror, Becky smiled to herself. "You'll be ok." She whispered.