239/240, Saturday Morning

[janet_fraiser]

Morning came entirely too early. Not that Janet had gone to sleep late, but she didn't particularly want to get out of bed right now. Or talk to Liz. Or anyone, really. So she lay in bed with her eyes closed, pretending to sleep. With any luck, she'd fall back asleep again soon.

OOC: Locked to Liz Weir.

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[notcalledlizzie]

Elizabeth?

Had drunk far too much wine last night.

She held her head, whimpering slightly, as she rolled out of bed.

Elizabeth winced as she snapped on her bedside light, and quickly changed into shorts and a sports bra once again. She grabbed ibuprofen and a bottle of water and padded softly across the room to the door.

She hesitated, hand on the doorknob and looked back towards Janet's bed. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice choking slightly. "I'm so sorry."

[janet_fraiser]

"So why are you overreacting?" asked Janet. She'd barely moved a muscle since they'd started talking.

[notcalledlizzie]

"How should I know? Maybe it's because I'm a teenager again."

[janet_fraiser]

Here.