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.

Sitting up in her bed, she rubbed at her eyes, before almost lurching forward as the sudden pain in her head nearly made her vomit. So, she had probably had way too much to drink the night before, not that she remembered half of it. Dressed in only a ratty t-shirt (which she still wasn't sure if it was hers or not), and under-roos ... wait, where did her jeans go?

Anatasia rose to her feet,, her legs wobbling some as the pressure in her head threatened to send her to the ground. Even though she'd probably vow to not drink anymore, she probably would, as she had made the silent promise to herself nearly a million times over now.

Moving at a slightly slow and groggy pace, she peeked out of the room into the main hall to see the shadow of someone standing outside the place. Slightly grumpy now, she walked to the door, and pulled it the rest of the way open while saying, "Look whatever your selling..."

Squinting in the light it dawned on her who she was standing in front of, barely dressed, and probably looking like crap. "Qué estás haciendo aquí, Miguel?" She managed to ask before her eyes went a little wide and she had to turn and rush to the nearest thing she could vomit in. Which thankfully was a trash bin. But still, it was rather embarrassing and gross.

[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.

When she had finished emptying the contents of her already empty stomach, she scrunched up her nose, and grabbed the nearest cloth from a counter to wipe her mouth. Tempted to just toss it in the bin as well, but instead putting it to the side to wash later.

"I'm fine, I had too much to drink." She mumbled as she got up all wobbly again. "Either wait here, or follow, your call." She spoke, even though it came out kind of rude, but she wasn't much of a morning person, especially with a splitting head. She knew she needed to take out the trash now that it reeked, but first she needed to get this awful taste out of her mouth. So, without paying attention to Miguel, she strode to her bathroom, got her toothbrush and toothpaste, and started brushing her teeth. Ignoring the fact that the mint was making her stomach turn.

When she was finally finished with that, she looked at Miguel, "Why are you here?" She asked, obviously confused.

[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.

[3rdcharmed]

Her first reaction was to roll her eyes. But instead she just nodded, hangovers didn't exactly make her the most friendly person the following day. "No need to worry, all ten fingers and ten toes .." She spoke in almost a sarcastic manner, but still wanting to be friendly enough to not hurt Miguel's feelings. Which was just another annoyance really ... she had gotten used to not caring what people thought of her or her snarky comments. But damn Miguel for making her feel as if she had to watch her tongue.

She shook her head at the question, though she could have used either a stiff drink (as wasn't that one way to get over a hangover?) or a few asprin to take away the headache.

Then she looked at him and a frown formed on her lips. "I take that back. When are you going to remember who the hell you are that way I don't have to walk on eggshells around you and can have my best friend back?" She blurted out, the foul mood getting the better of her and she crossed her arms over her chest, which probably did nothing to help the shirt in covering the bottom half of her.