Bette Porter was miserable. The inevitable hangover that had followed her excessive drinking the night before showed no signs of abating, and she been kept late at work. She was finally in her car on the way home and her stomach was still churning. She had attempted to clear her pounding headache with painkillers, but to no avail. Well she thought to herself this is the price you pay for putting away half a bottle of Scotch on a week night.

But the worst pain of all that the brunette was feeling was the fact that she hadn’t heard from Tina all day. She knew that her best friend needed time to digest everything that she had said to her the previous night, but considering the bachelorette party was scheduled for the following evening, she had expected some kind of response from the blonde by now.

She pulled into her drive and sighed. Making her way into the house, she felt like she was literally having to drag her body around. She pulled a face when she was greeted by the sight of the half empty Scotch bottle on the living room table, and quickly put it away in the drinks cabinet. A couple of slices of toast was all she could face for her dinner, so once it was on a plate she poured herself a large glass of water and made her way over to the sofa. She turned on the tv, but couldn’t really focus on whatever was on the screen. No matter how hard she tried, and despite the throbbing behind her eyes, she couldn’t seem to tear her mind from her best friend.

Almost as if her thoughts were heard across town, Bette’s phone began to ring and she saw Tina’s name appear on the screen.

"Hey T" she said as she picked the phone up.

"Hey Bette, how are you feeling?" the blonde asked, genuinely concerned for her best friend after the state that she had been in the night before.

"Like shit" the brunette replied honestly.

"Aww, you still suffering?"

"Yeah, I’m too old for this T"

Tina laughed "You’ve still got it"

"Well it certainly doesn’t feel like it"

"Have you eaten properly?"

"…yes"

"Bette…" the blonde said knowingly.