Toussaint woke up in the middle of the night, feeling her mouth dry and her head pounding. She rubbed her eyelids, and then, when she moved to go to bathroom, she noticed something was blocking her way. And that something was breathing in calm and sound sleep, with her arm thrown across Chyler's stomach.
She froze for a solid minute, trying to recover any sort of memory of what happened. She remembered drinking wine. A lot of wine. And then... what the hell happened then?
Dana moaned and mumbled something indistinctively, but then she didn't do anything else. Chyler swallowed, gently sliding her hand out of hers, and then going to the bathroom right away, feeling her stomach churning, but she wasn't quite sure why was that – because of the hungover she was experiencing, or because of the whole situation she had small to none memory about.
The door clicked quietly behind her and Toussaint leaned forward, resting her hands on the edges of the sink, making the water flow.
