Disclaimer: I don't own Life is Strange.
Summary: The consequences of a late-night romp bleed over into school days.
Kate Marsh stood outside Max's door, pondering the drawing (if it could be called that) on the hipster's wipe board. Two circles, connected by a single line, and a crude drawing of a butterfly in the corner.
She knocked politely on the door, shuffling awkwardly. "Max? Are you okay? You weren't in class at all today…" No answer. She knocked again. "Are you sick? I could bring you some soup…" This time, Kate heard what sounded like a muffled cry.
Worry overtaking her better judgment now, she opened the door, and immediately wished she hadn't.
Max was fine, thankfully, but she was in quite a situation. Her hands had been cuffed to her headboard (which brought context to half of the wipe board drawing), the key to the cuffs slung around her neck, and a bright red ballgag had been shoved into her mouth, explaining the silence from the girl. All she'd had on were her panties, and Kate would forever associate Max with cartoon bunnies. But the icing on the cake was the smattering of hickies dotting the hipster's skin, particularly her breasts, thighs, and neck.
Max stared at the blonde in relief, pleading at her behind her gag and tugging her restraints. Kate, face scarlet, shut the door and raced over to help her friend, making sure to turn her gaze away as she unlocked the cuffs and pulled the ballgag from Max's mouth.
"Kate, I owe you forever." sighed Max, not at all perturbed by the fact that a close friend of hers had just seen her in a situation that seemed ripped from Maxim magazine. "I'm gonna freaking kill Chloe."
"Sh-She's the one who did this to you?" squeaked Kate, unable to prevent the image of Chloe binding and ravishing Max out of her mind. At least that explained the butterfly.
"Her idea of 'fun'." grumbled the hipster, rubbing her sore wrists and working her jaw. "Do me a favor and keep this to yourself?"
"Gladly."
Max smiled and began getting dressed. As she pulled on a shirt, Kate stealthily snatched up the cuffs and gag, stowing them in her purse. 'It's better if she doesn't have them.' she thought to herself, ignoring the beating in her chest and the fire between her legs. 'Remove temptation, the way a good friend would.'