Life or something like it (open for one woman)

[GirllovingGirl]

(Open for one woman to take the role of Foxy. Pm me with interrests.)

This was complicated Alex thought to herself. She had no idea how she ended up in bed with the girl snoring next to her. She only had a vague memory that they had indeed been sexual. The sheets was smelling of sex if her memory had failed her. The party had been wild and Alex had her share of drinks.

She was 21 years old and loved to party. Sometime to her room mates dismay. Not that Foxy was dull. Far from it. Alex knew that it was the fact that her drinking that had led her up to this situation. Foxy had tried to warn her that her behaiour one day could lead to disaster. It wasn't the first time she ended up in bed with a strange woman.

With a grimace she sat up. She was completely nude. She looked down at her bed companion that was naked to. With another grimace she stood up, just as the door to her bedroom opens. With a sigh she meet the gaze of her room mate Foxy.

"I know... i know." She say as she rub her forehead with her fingers. "I fucked up again."

 

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Foxy looked at Alex, her eyes looking into hers. One could read into them an infinite number of thingsl, none of them reassuring. Then Foxy closed her eyes, and silently closed the door. She muttered, "I'll make you something," as she shut it. Perhaps Alex even heard her.

Meanwhile, Alex's companion struggled herself from sleep. "Oh, hi," she said, her breath smelling of alcohol, her disheveled hair half-obscuring her face. "Where am I? Oh, sorry." The woman's voice was crackly.

Raw egg... vodka... gin... lemon juice... Worcestershire sauce... Tabasco sauce... black pepper... where would she get the beef boullion? Foxy sighed a bit, as she poured two glasses of the concoction, one for Alex, one for her... companion. Foxy considered picking up drinking, as she stared at the toast she created for herself, her roommate, and her roommate's companion. She put on the coffee, letting it spurt and drip into the pot. She sat on the stool, looking down at the plates of toast, as she waiting for Alex to come into the kitchen area.


Scribe.