Hangover..... :|

[mashermanos]

Who: Anatasia & Miguel
What: Miguel goes to check up on his best friend
When: The day after Sia's bar trip
Where: Anatasia's home

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[3rdcharmed]

She could vaguely hear someone, or something. But she ended up mumbling into her pillow, which probably couldn't be heard over anything. Even if the place was rather quiet. And it took a few minutes before it slowly dawned on her that her name was being called

[mashermanos]

"Anatasia! There you--ponte tus pantalones!," he exclaimed, quickly attempting to block anyone from catching a glimpse of her and covering his own eyes.

"What are you doing?! Why are you answering the door with little clothes on?! Go put some on!" Miguel kept rambling on lecturing Anatasia that she shouldn't ever answer the door half naked and all of that as his eyes were still closed. So, he didn't see her run back inside to the nearest trash can.

"Anatasia? Estás escuchando?" He slowly opened one of his eyes to discover that she had vanished--and the sound someone vomiting--Anatasia vomiting...

He rushed in knelt down beside her. "Are you okay?" At first, Miguel didn't notice the smell, but a few seconds later--he felt like he was going to vomit also.

[3rdcharmed]

She was ignoring him, really. Cause the whole vomiting thing was more urgent then the fact she was wearing little clothing. And she had been sleeping, it was his own fault that he had come over and she was hungover and groggy. Well, not like it would have mattered, she was comfortable in her own skin, and when at home, usually wore little

[mashermanos]

Keeping his composure, he watched Anatasia walk off to the bathroom. Miguel didn't budge until she was out of his sight. Holding his breath, he cautiously grabbed the trash can, keeping it at a far enough distance from himself, and tossed it in the dumpster outside. He hurried inside and stood in the exact same spot Anatasia left him--as if he had never moved.

"Juan was worried about you. I was worried about you."

The whole time he kept thinking of the short and ambiguous conversation they had over the internet. He wanted to directly ask her a lot of questions he had. Why had she gone out last night and got extremely drunk. Did it have something to do with what Anatasia was talking about in their earlier conversation? What was she talking about?

"Do you need anything?"

And, of course, he wasn't able to.