Chapter Seven: Hangovers and Secrets
The next morning, Tara woke up with a headache and feeling extremely confused. She couldn't remember the night before, at least not completely. Bits and pieces of the night would come back, but Tara couldn't remember how she got back. Nor did she know what she was doing in Faith's room...alone.
Standing up, Tara looked herself over, noticing that she was in the same clothes she wore last night. She groaned as her head pounded, feeling as though someone was playing with a jackhammer in her skull. She stood there for a few moments, trying to control her aching head when the door opened to show Faith standing in the doorway.
"Glad your awake, T," Faith said cautiously, watching her friend for a few moments in silence. "How much do you remember?"
Tara groaned and sat on the edge of the bed. "Drinks one through five," she muttered.
Faith smiled slightly. "So you don't remember attacking me?"
Tara lifted her head to look at her friend in confusion. "What?" she asked, frowning.
Faith started laughing, unable to control herself. "When we got back, I started to walk in here by myself and you pushed me against my door and started kissing me. Gotta say, T. You know how to kiss a girl senseless," she said, smirking at her.
"Oh god," Tara muttered, hiding her face in her hands. "Please tell me your joking?"
"Sorry, can't. I tried to get you to stop by saying we shouldn't, but you didn't listen, just asked me why not," Faith explained letting the realization hit Tara, and smirked when her friends red face turned white.
"We slept together?" Tara asked in surprise and disbelief.
"No. I managed to regain my senses after a few minutes and left the room. Came in to check on you a little bit later after a very cold shower and you were passed out."
Tara relaxed a little at Faith's words. "Thank you," she said, feeling grateful to Faith for not taking advantage of her drunken state.
"That's what friends are for," Faith reminded her, before walking over to her dresser and grabbing a bottle of Asprin off of the top. "Want some?" she asked, holding up the bottle and waiting for Tara to nod.
Grabbing out two pills from the bottle, Faith set the bottle back on her dresser and walked them over to Tara, holding them out to her.
"What else did I do?" Tara asked, feeling slightly embarrassed by her actions with Faith the night before.
"That was pretty much it, T. You were well behaved at the bar. Complained to a few people about how love sucks, but that was it. Then we came home and you tried to get into my leather pants," Faith said, smiling as Tara ground at Faith's words.
"Why'd you let me drink so much?" Tara complained, closing her blue eyes as her head pounded from both the dehydration and Faith's confession.
"You think I would be able to stop you? Who are you and what have you done with my friend?" Faith asked, staring at her in disbelief.
Tara just smiled at Faith's words shaking her head. "Good point. I don't listen to you," she agreed, relaxing as the ache in her head slowly faded. "Where's Willow and Mr Giles?" Tara asked, not bothering mentioning Kennedy.
"Red's with Butch downstairs eating breakfast. G-man left to go run some errands. He said he'll be back this afternoon."
Tara nodded, closing her blue eyes and taking a deep breath. "What's for breakfast?" she asked, looking up at Faith.
"Whatever you make yourself. I don't cook, T, remember?"
Tara smiled. "Oh yeah. I forgot you don't understand the use of a kitchen," Tara said, standing up and walking towards the door, going to make some breakfast.
"Where ya headed?" Faith asked, following Tara downstairs.
"To make me some breakfast. I heard a rumor that it's suppose to help with hangovers," Tara smirked, glancing at Faith as they walked into the kitchen.
"What about a hangover?" Willow asked, looking at Tara and Faith in confusion.
"Breakfast is suppose to help with a hangover," Tara repeated, not looking at Kennedy as she started grabbing stuff from the cabinet.
"Wait...Faith got a hangover?" Willow asked, surprised that Faith would even get drunk enough to get hung-over.
"No, I do," Tara explained, keeping her back to the redhead and brunette to as she started cooking an omelet.
"You were drinking?" Willow said, her voice filled with shock. "You never drink, Tara. Only when its a social occasion.
Tara just shrugged, not answer.
"T wasn't just drinking last night. She slammed three shots in a row then started drinking whatever the bartender suggested. She only remembers her first few drinks after that she said its blank," Faith explained, not realizing what she just said until Tara turned to glare at her. "What, T? At least I didn't tell them about you kissing me."
A/N: Thank you Gimpy72 for reading and helping constantly.