Justine was woken up by the vodka in her system wanting out, she raced into the bathroom and just barely made the toilet. She took a towel from the rack and wiped the remnants from her face, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She was mortified by the way she looked and she could feel the pain staring her in the face, pain laced with shame. She finished and was wondering why Tina hadn’t followed her in and made sure she was ok, like she usually did. After laying back down on the cold floor for a minute or two Justine picked herself up and went looking for Tina, she hadn’t noticed before that Tina wasn’t in the bed when she darted out of the room. She looked in the room and saw that the moonlight provided no silhouette of her frame. She went into the living room and saw out the window that Bette’s car was parked out front. It wasn’t until she looked down and saw the top of Bette’s head that she noticed Tina was wrapped in her arms. The amount of pain her head was feeling right now was irrelevant.

As much as she wanted her rational side to prevail over her rage she couldn’t stop the way it blew itself into her body. Just when she was about to bring her wrath upon a sleeping Bette and Tina, the vodka felt that now was the time for a reappearance. Justine rushed to the bathroom again. This time she was smart enough to know that staying in the bathroom was probably a smarter decision than leaving it.

Justine woke to the feeling of a cold tile floor freezing her body. Immediately the taste of vodka and her stomach contents made her face cringe. It wasn’t until the light hit her face did she feel the her head pounding without fail. She stood up slowly and gained some control over the headache that was causing her to close her eyes. She went into the room and collapsed onto the bed. She threw her arm on over to Tina’s side, but didn’t feel her body. It was then she remembered seeing Tina cuddled up with Bette. She got up unwillingly, and went back into the living room and saw them still asleep in the same position. As she was processing what might have happened her head was in to much pain to really give it to much thought. Out of all the possibilities running through her mind one thing was for sure, she definitely was not going back to sleep.