4 Apocalypse Avenue; The Apartment [ 02/16 ].
Charlotte York was not a happy camper. Spending the evening thinking you were some random slut ho bag was bad enough; the fact that it was a slut ho bag that she knew made it even worse. And Samantha didn't even have to decency to remember what her ex-husband looked like! Oh, she knew Samantha never really cared much about that sort of thing, but come on!
That had, somehow, thankfully, by a turn of fate, not turned out to be as disastrous as it could have, though. What was disastrous, though, was the massive handover stomping through Charlotte's head right now, like a ton of tiny elephants having a field day on her brain. Her stomach was all queasy and she was thinking of swearing off alcohol all together. Samantha Jones might have been able to have several drinks and a butt-ton of shots, but Charlotte York could not hold her liquor.
And poor Elizabeth Taylor, all confused as she kept going up to Charlotte laid out flat on the couch, leash in her mouth. "Oh, not right now, sweetheart." Charlotte hated having to say no to those big brown eyes. "Mommy's not feeling well; you'll have to wait until Daddy comes home..."
Another surge of a headache struck her and Charlotte let out a groan.
"My hair hurts..."
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That had, somehow, thankfully, by a turn of fate, not turned out to be as disastrous as it could have, though. What was disastrous, though, was the massive handover stomping through Charlotte's head right now, like a ton of tiny elephants having a field day on her brain. Her stomach was all queasy and she was thinking of swearing off alcohol all together. Samantha Jones might have been able to have several drinks and a butt-ton of shots, but Charlotte York could not hold her liquor.
And poor Elizabeth Taylor, all confused as she kept going up to Charlotte laid out flat on the couch, leash in her mouth. "Oh, not right now, sweetheart." Charlotte hated having to say no to those big brown eyes. "Mommy's not feeling well; you'll have to wait until Daddy comes home..."
Another surge of a headache struck her and Charlotte let out a groan.
"My hair hurts..."
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