Rosa merely huffed, turning onto her side. About an hour of staring at the wall later, she turned her laptop on, browsing the internet and watching low budget films on Netflix. Bored, she began to work on an essay she really should have been working on sooner.
Kayli came home that night detrimentally drunk, not knowing left from right or up from down. She walked in the door, well…more like stumbled, talking out loud to herself, her words forming up phrases of complete nonsense. She was now was past flirty drunk. She wasn't a mad drunk, a sad drunk or a happy drunk. She was a crazy drunk, and by crazy I mean the weirdest shit you've seen all day.
She decided that, with Kayli gone, it wouldn't hurt to go out and get something to eat. Think again. She came across Kayli insanely drunken, something she really didn't want to put up with.
She saw Rosa walk into the kitchen. She went instantly sober and went straight to her room, the expression on Rosa's face scaring her slightly. "I'm gonna go" she muttered as she tried to walk to her room.
"Listen, Kayli, I'm really sorry. I hurt you, and I shouldn't have done that. Is there anything, anything at all I can do to make it up to you?" Rosa asked desperately.
"Listen, I'm pretty sure you can smell the alcohol coming off of my breath from where you are and I can barely walk. Unless you want, screaming, yelling, happy sad, horny me at my worst, don't try to comfort me. I asked you something, you don't get to be sorry." she replied, turning around the face her.
"Kayli, I really am sorry. Please, are you-" Rosa broke off, unsure what she was asking. Unsure how to help.
"Drunk? Thought you knew that by now" she slurred, grabbing the handle to her door and stopping as if she was trying to regain her breath.
"No, I just… listen, I'm fine. I just… misunderstood. Everything. I really care about you, Kayli." Rosa said.
She turned around to look at her, her eyes glassy. "I hate it when people lie to me. I just hate it," she muttered, blinking. A fat tear rolled down her cheek and she wobbled over to the opening of the door.
"Kayli, I'm sorry. It's just… some things you aren't meant to know." Rosa said.
"Alright then" she mumbled, closing the door behind her. She slumped over to her bed, falling down on it. By this time her vision was impaired and her speech was almost incomprehensible.
Rosa sighed, walking into her bedroom. She wished that she was in Kayli's bedroom, with Kayli, actually. She was never a fan of sleeping alone. Rosa pulled the covers over herself, falling asleep after about an hour of staring at the glow-in-the-dark-star covered ceiling.
(Time skip?)
(Sure.)
Kayli woke up, rolling over in her sheets. She felt around for Rosa and then the pounding headache began, all the memories of last night flooding back in.
Rosa quickly scarfed down breakfast and was now quickly getting ready to leave for work… at least, her cover identity work. Hopefully Kayli wasn't up yet.
(I'm so sorry I haven't responded! It's been like, forever! Life has just been hectic and I forgot about this, sorry!)
(It's completely ok! I get it, sometimes life is just a pure bitch XD)
Kayli whined loudly, clutching her head. She debated whether or not to go and get a glass of water and some medicine to calm it but as soon as she heard her bedroom door open she quickly dismissed the thought. She didn't want to have to talk to her at the moment, pale, hungover, and probably pissed off Kayli wasn't a good match, especially in the mornings.
Rosa hesitated. The injuries had healed over for the most part, and she could always pass them off as something from their more… experimental bouts. She should apologize properly to Kayli, and then hopefully they could be alright. She walked to her girlfriend's door. "Kayli?" she asked, turning the knob and entering.
She groaned, her ears sensitive to anything and everything, "Hm?" she hummed in a question, hoping she didn't sound pissed off.
"Kayli, are you alright? I was worried about you." Rosa admitted.
"Yea, just hungover" she replied, looking over at her.
"Right. Fantastic, my girlfriend is officially an alcoholic." Rosa groaned.
"You saw how drunk I came home last night right? Put how much fighting we did before that, and how I could barely walk when I did get home, whoosh," she replied, rolling her eyes roughly. She glared at her slightly.