Who: KeKe and Ali
When:Monday 26th around midnight
Where: Their apartment
What: Ali comes home wasted and miserable, and KeKe gets some answers.
Fumbling with her keys, trying to blink her vision back into focus, Ali was finding it almost impossible to open her front door tonight, it usually was so easy. Why was it so hard now? Leaning her forehead against the wood surface the only thing that was keeping her upright at this moment. She knew why it was so hard. She'd overdone it tonight, way overstepped her boundaries and that's what got her to where she was now.
A strange sound escaped her, a combination between a hysterical bark of laughter and a groan of annoyance as she failed once again to find the right key. She felt sick, horribly so. In a way that she hadn't in a long, long time. Some part of her knew why she was in such a terrible condition right now, but her mind was too fuzzy to think about it. Not that she would even if her mind was in the right place.
Sighing in relief when the doorknob finally turned, she stumbled in the doorway and breathed for a second when what was keeping her upright was removed. Maybe she would be okay...maybe she could just go to bed without waking KeKe....
Maybe she would be sick.
Feeling bile in her throat she quickly rushed to the bathroom, tripping into the doorway along the way and barely making it before starting to empty her stomach of it's contents.