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The chirping birds coupled with the warm rays of the rising sun made Tina stir and open one eye. She groaned in response to the fierce pounding in her head. Blinking a few times before rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she rolled over on to her back.
That was when she caught a whiff of Bette’s perfume. Her hands stilled over her eyes and she immediately sat straight up and looked around. She was alone but it only took a moment to recognize her surroundings.
The gleaming sparkle of the blue pool water through the panel windows was the same she had awakened to earlier in the week. There was something very soothing about the sight, but also very melancholy for Tina.
The blonde was parched and looked toward the nightstand where a bottle of water and a bottle of aspirin were waiting for her. Propped against the bottled water was a handwritten note from Kit instructing her to wake the neighbors when she was ready to hitch a ride back to the Planet to pick up her car.
Attacking the water and pills, she stretched and lied back down with the bottle of liquid tucked protectively under her arm. She gazed at the empty pillow beside her and reached out to stroke it. Scooting over, she pulled the pillow in towards her nose and inhaled deeply.
Instinctively, her eyes shut as she breathed in the familiar scent of the brunette’s lingering shampoo. She abandoned her grasp on the water bottle in favor of the soft cushion that was a poor excuse for the real thing her olfactory sense desired.
Memories of last night began coming back in hazy flashes making Tina burrow further into the pillow in utter embarrassment. “Oh my god.” She muttered.
It was then that Tina realized she wasn’t wearing her wardrobe from last night. She cringed at the thought of being so sloppy that someone else had to dress her in the tank top and running shorts she was now donning. She gathered that it was probably Kit, and no doubt, her drunken demeanor would be fodder for discussions between Bette and her sister.
Noticing her suit and purse neatly draped over the sage-colored lounger near the window, she extended her arm without getting out of bed. Linking her finger through the strap, she pulled her purse onto the bed with her and rummaged through it in search of her phone.