She rolled over and sighed, sliding out of bed and shuffling into her bathroom. She was usually quite lively in the mornings, but last night was… an unusual occurrence.
Xigbar had convinced her to join in for once when the guys got drunk on Friday night.
"Damn you, you stupid-" she was so out of sorts she couldn't even think of an insult, which was very out of character. She started the shower and stripped down, the hot water searing her skin, waking her up some more. Alcohol, especially Xigbar's brew, always left her feeling gross, so she took her time.
She climbed out, wrapping a towel around herself and tying her hair up in another. She threw her dirty clothes into the hamper and got dressed in clean ones in her room.
She padded to the kitchen in her socks, yawning as she opened the fridge.
"Good morning, Larx. How was partying with the boys last night?"
"I would let you know if I could remember, Marly."
"What happened?"
"I don't really remember much, obviously." She said coolly, reaching for a box of cereal on the top shelf, nearly dropping it when Zexion cried out,
"Larxene! What happened?"
She whirled around, clutching the box for dear life. "What?"
Zexion pulled her shirt up, revealing giant red welts on her side. "Those weren't there yesterday." Zexion said.
Larxene looked at him suspiciously. "And how would you know?"
Zexion blushed and mumbled something about his book upstairs and hurried off.
Larxene shook her head as she sat down with her breakfast, absent-mindedly running her fingers over the welts as she ate. She drained her juice glass, and got up for more.
As she poured it, Luxord and Xigbar walked in, rubbing their eyes and looking around blearily.
"Morning." Marluxia called from his seat at the table.
They both grunted in response.
"Xigbar, we're dueling today, and you are going to die. And I am NEVER drinking with you again. None of you."
Xigbar shrugged and focused on his muffin. Suddenly he stopped and looked up at Larxene, his eyes wide.
"What?"
Xigbar's lips curled into a smile. Luxord watched Xigbar, an amused expression on his face. "You just remembered, didn't you?" he chuckled.
Xigbar's eye flicked to Luxord, and they both roared with laughter.
"Larxene, are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah,, Marly. Why?"
"That's your sixth glass of juice."