(Are you sad because you're on your own)

[la_grand_vie]

WHO: Gabriella and Marianne
WHEN: 3am, Monday, January 24th
WHERE: Gabriella's apartment
WHAT: This seems to be a familiar scene, Marianne stumbling up to Gabs' door in tears. And it only proves that you should always listen to the Prussian.

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[hergelaufene]

As a model, Gabriella needed her beauty rest. At least ten hours of it which meant early nights and late mornings, which worked perfectly fine for her as most of her shoots occurred in the afternoon or the night (moonlight made her skin look absolutely lovely). However, 3am happened to be right in the middle of her beauty rest and when Gabriella slept, she slept.

Like a log.

A totally amazing and lovely and stunning log, but a log nonetheless.

Somehow, the weak knocking managed to penetrate her levels of REM and she dragged herself out of bed, wrapped a sweater around her shoulders, nuzzling into her slippers and walking over to her door.

Rubbing her eyes, she opened it, looking around then down staring at the Frenchwoman at her feet. "Es ist drei… Tat Lyn dummes etwas?"

[la_grand_vie]

Almost falling across the door's thresh hold, Marianne mumbled something about Gabby being a bitch again and leaned up against the Prussian woman's legs. She closed her eyes and sighed, shaking her head. "I 'ave no... idea what you said," she murmured. "And I do not really care. Can I just come inside Gabs?"

She said all of his while crawling up her friend's legs at the same time, using Gabriella as a support as she stood up and smiling weakly. "I may... still be a little tipsy," she murmured sheepishly. "Mais... I feel better!"

At least a little...

[hergelaufene]

"You smell like that shitty wine you drink." Gabriella said, wrapping an arm around her friend's waist, dragging her inside and slamming the door shut with her foot. "And I think you're getting fat." It wasn't true, but Gabriella had dealt with a drunk Marianne so much she was utterly used to it and thought it was her right to snark at the woman.

Depositing her on the couch, Gabriella was quick to pull off Marianne's jacket and shoes, tossing them aside, resting her head on the pillow, petting blond hair from her eyes. "How many bottles Frau? Gimmie a rough guess."

[la_grand_vie]

"Non... I am not..." What would have been normally a screaming, hair tugging, crying argument ended right there, Marianne's face buried too deep in the pillow to care. She sniffed a few times, blue eyes avoiding the beautiful red of Gabriella's, she'd always been jealous of the other woman's looks. Always jealous of her confidence that seemed so deep- And now jealous of Elias, though she couldn't even tell her that yet, lest spoil the surprise. And friends didn't spoil surprises.

"Trios. Et... Ivana helped me," she mumbled quietly. "Mais I did- 'ave... vodka along with zat. Only after 'er prompting..." A lie, but easy enough to see through along with her mumbling. She sighed again, closing her eyes. "'e left me Gabs... just... left me."