1.51.1 Bedtime stories - Realm of the Muse
Annette groaned as the sun peeked through the thin fabric of the curtains in her apartment. It took a few minutes for her eyes to adjust to the red numbers on the alarm clock. Eight in the morning? She went for drinks the night before with Greg. They had met up with some really cool people so they hung out with them the whole night. A few drinks led to more, and then it went to bottles. Annette really didn't mind, it was keeping her mind off of the things in her life she was trying to forget. That and she didn't remember much, she remembered drinking and laughing and having a good time. Then she remembered playing truth or dare, but even that was fuzzy in her mind. She thought she was just hung over still. Something moved in the bed beside her, and she in turn moved, letting the covers slip slightly to let it hit the cool air from the air conditioner. Her eyes widened as a arm wrapped around her, looking down she saw a football ring...oh god. Annette just slept with her best friend.
She squeeked and then moved away, but wound up tangling herself in the covers and falling to the floor with a loud thud. Annette Hargrove had indeed drowned her sorrows in alcohol, and in turn lost her sanity it seemed. She peeked over the matress from her spot on the floor, looking at that sandy brown touseled hair laying against the pillow. Annette Hargrove, just slept with Greg.
Annette Hargrove
Cruel Intentions
260 words
She squeeked and then moved away, but wound up tangling herself in the covers and falling to the floor with a loud thud. Annette Hargrove had indeed drowned her sorrows in alcohol, and in turn lost her sanity it seemed. She peeked over the matress from her spot on the floor, looking at that sandy brown touseled hair laying against the pillow. Annette Hargrove, just slept with Greg.
Annette Hargrove
Cruel Intentions
260 words