Change Your Life

Chapter Five

Beatrice slowly opened her eyes but quickly closed them again, she might've been inside her tent, but the light from the sun shone right through the white fabric. She tried to remember what the hell she did last night, but the feeling of someone trying to squeeze her brain out of her skull prevented her from doing much thinking.

She felt around for her hat with her eyes still closed, she grabbed ahold of a pair of scissors, a guitar, a pack of cigarettes, and many other things, but not her hat. "Where in the hell-"

"Lookin' for this?"

Beatrice shot her head up in the direction of the voice, "Arthur?" He hummed as a response. She looked at him through one squinted eye, all she saw was a hand holding a hat sticking through flaps of her tent. It didn't take long for her to notice the god awful smell that came off it when she took it, "Where the hell did you find it?" She asked him once she came out of her tent, her hat covering her eyes to shield them from the sun.

"In a pile of horse shit," Arthur chuckled at the groan that came from Beatrice.

"That explains the smell," Beatrice pinched the bridge of her nose in the hopes of making her headache less painful, "Why'd you let me drink so damn much?"

"Hey, don't blame me, you're the one that bought a whole bottle."

"Yeah, well… you could've stopped me," She argued.

"And you would've listened to me?" Arthur said, the corner of his mouth slightly turning upwards.

"No, but you could've at least tried or I don't know," She shrugged, "just taken the bottle away from me."

"I could've, but I wouldn't have been able to see you get booze blind."

"Great, while you got to laugh at my state of stupidity, I get to live with the consequences," Beatrice feigned anger, but the smile growing on her face gave her away, "Anyway, I'm gonna go sit right over there," She pointed at a table, "and wallow in self-pity."

Arthur laughed and placed a hand on her shoulder, "I gotta go meet John in town, I'll see ya when I get back."

Beatrice nodded and went to sit at the table with her head in her arms. Every movement she made caused her head to pound, she tells herself that she won't ever drink that much again, but she damn well knows that that's a fucking lie. She closed her eyes and tried to cancel out all the noise around her in the hopes that it would reduce her headache. Bad idea. It didn't take long for her to forget that she was in the middle of camp and dozed off.

"And they call me lazy," Sean laughed, he clearly didn't give a shit about Beatrice's raging hangover.

She slowly raised her head, eyes half-lidded and a pissed off look on her face, "Say one more word and I will shove that rifle up your ass and pull the trigger." She wouldn't actually do it, but she also couldn't think of a better threat.

At first, Sean just stared at her in disbelief, but he started laughing before long. Beatrice was not amused at all, luckily Hosea was there to shoo Sean away.

"Weren't you supposed to be on guard duty an hour ago?"

The look on Sean's face was enough to tell that he knew that he was in trouble. He quickly walked off to do what he was supposed to. Beatrice hummed as a thank you to Hosea and let her head fall back into her arms, but looked back up when she heard something being placed in front of her, "What's that?"