The next morning, Mathias was sitting in the kitchen, munching on cereal as he read the paper, his laptop playing music in the background. He'd gotten home about an hour ago after spending an lovely night with... uh... Greta? Gwen? Godiva? Some girl whose name started with an G, anyway. (It was a one night stand, and they both knew it, what do you expect?) He had showered, checked his mail, looked around to to see if Svana was around. She wasn't, for she had gone home with what's-his-face from last night, and she obviously wasn't back yet. That was okay, she could do that, Mathias wasn't in charge of her anyway. (Although he did warn the guy that if he pulled anything she didn't like, he'd regret it.) Actually, now that he thought about it, Svana never really seemed to have boyfriends. When was the last time she had one? He certainly couldn't remember... maybe she just did one night stands and booty calls? Or maybe she- Okay, Mat, you're over thinking this. His thoughts were interrupted when the door opened, and the Norwegian walked in, kicking off her shoes after closing the door behind her.

"Morning Sleepin' Beauty!" The Dane greeted all too cheerfully, earning a blank look from Svana as she took a drink of her takeout coffee. "What? Was he a bad lay? Or so good that you're still tired?" He teased.

"Shut up. He was fine." She snorted, walking over before taking a bite of his cereal, passing him back his spoon. "You're energetic this morning."

"I've all the reason to be!" He grinned, taking the spoon to take another bite from his cereal. "You look dead."

"Please, tell me how you really feel." She flicked his forehead, setting her clutch and nearly empty coffee cup on the counter before putting on the kettle.

"I said I was feelin' awesome." He grinned. "And lemme guess, I bet you were up all night doi-"

"Okay Mathias." She frowned at him, pushing her bangs out of her face. Okay, that was much harsher than she intended.

He blinked at the harsh tone. Ah... "Okay, I was just teasing." He assured softly, reaching over to take her wrist to pull her closer for a hug. "Are you alright?" He asked as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Well, she could be quite cold to him, but that was a snap, and just over a little bit of teasing, that really wasn't like her, she would usually just tease him back.

She sighed, not even bothering to resist when he pulled her closer as she reached up to rub her temple. "My head is just pounding." Not to mention she was completely exhausted, anxious, and just irritated at everything.

"You should go catch up on some sleep then." He suggested, rubbing her shoulder. She did look pretty worn out, and she was probably hungover too. "There's ibuprofen on top of the fridge."

"I'll get right on that." She nodded, sighing as she went over, reaching up to grab the bottle before taking two out. She grabbed some water, swallowing the pills before grabbing her clutch from the counter. "I'm going to take a shower."

"Sure thing." He nodded, giving her a reassuring smile before she went down the hall. "Hey, the kettle just went off."

"I'll get it after." She called out, shutting the door to the bathroom. She set her clutch down by the sink, looking herself over in the mirror. Ugh, she did look dead, she felt dead too. Gah... Sniffing and rubbing her nose, she turned on the shower, testing the temperature before stripping and getting in. She sighed, enjoying the water as she cooled the it a bit, finding a cool shower much more refreshing.

Mathias heard the shower going, glancing down the hall as he went about to finish his breakfast. Man, she must be feeling like shit for her to have snapped at him like that, he should definitely let her grab some shut-eye, and maybe her make her something to eat... Y'know, to fill her stomach and help get rid of her hangover.

Finally getting out of the shower, Svana dried herself and ran the towel through her hair before brushing out the long blond tresses and putting some product in. Wrapping the towel around herself, she grabbed her things and left, going straight to her room. She sighed as she closed the door, going to her bed and raising a brow.

On her bed was a little tray with a plate of toast and scrambled eggs, with a bottle of Gatorade and a folded piece of paper. Setting her clothing and clutch down on the bed, she took the paper and opened it.

Svan,

You better feel better soon! Cause you and I are grabbing dinner today, it's our day off and you're not getting outta it. So here, eat and drink this, it'll make ya feel better (cause I made it just for yooooooou~), and get some sleep, kay?

Also, be back around two.

- Mat.

All written in Norwegian too.

Well, that was... nice of him.

She felt her lips twitch slightly into a small smile, setting the note on her desk as she grabbed the Gatorade and took a small drink. She got up, changing into something to sleep in before grabbing her clothes off the bed to put in the laundry basket. As she did that, her clutch fell, opening and spilling out the contents. Sighing as she tossed her dress and underwear from last night in the laundry hamper, Svana leaned down, picking up her cards and change, placing them back in the small clutch when she noticed a piece of paper. She took it out, opening it to find a name and number written on it. What the hell... oh wait, now she remembered. It was the number to her friend's dealer for cocaine... and right, she had done it last night, and that probably didn't help how she felt now. Svana bit her lip, putting it back in and clothing the clutch before tossing it and going to eat her breakfast.

She had no use for that number.

So, why was she keeping it...?