Champagne Problems 「︎Corpse Husband + Dream」︎

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Gameplay is from Brooke's stream; Lilith takes her place

will you see me
c h a m p a g n e p r o b l e m s

She stumbled through the door of her apartment with an intolerable glare in her eyes. They were halfway shut due to the outrageous morning sun that shot through the blinds she so stupidly forgot to close before she adventured out for the night. What time was it anyway? She didn't even remember the trip home.

At least she made it safely. And now to make it to the bathroom safely.

It had been a long time since she woke up with a hangover violent enough to send her into the bathroom before the majority of the time zone was up and out of the house for work. In fact, the last time she vomited from a heavy hangover it was her first real time getting wasted at a reckless party. Pain coursed her body as she leaned over herself in the bathroom. Her body ached in places for reasons unknown and tears welled in her eyes when amnesia replaced memories.

She had alchol often enough that her tolerance increased and she never had more than a mild headache until one morning years ago she woke up in Dream's arms; both of them passed out in a bathroom she didn't recognize in a house of which she didn't even know the owners.

Lilith knew better than to tell him the real reason why she would miss their discord call and streams today.

Clay
10:00am

Hi
Pay attention to me

12:00pm

Wtf got you so busy

2:00pm

It's okay I'm fine didnt want
to talk to you anyway

What are you even doing that's
so important? You haven't even
gotten on since yesterday
afternoon

2:15𝘱𝘮

Are you okay?

No i was being serious

3:00𝘱𝘮

You better not make me drive all the way over there...

Oh shit. Lilith got up off the bathroom floor; her bones broken in her neck, ass numb from the marble floor, stomach cramping from hunger and nausea. This wasn't real, was it? She didn't pass out on the bathroom floor and sleep the day in the humid room, did she?

Clay
3:30pm

Hi

Calling Dream...

Lilith already dialed him on discord before her headphones were even on her head, she sat down and tried to gather her bearings, but her eyes were zapped with pain from the monitor's LEDs.

"Wow I thought you died and all I got was a 'hi'?"

"Shut the fuck up."

"Jesus, well at least we know you're perfectly fine."

"I guess I am." There was a pause on the other end, but she disengaged from a deeper conversation. Nothing made her feel aggressive toward him except for a nasty hungover. When he didn't respond, she felt bad but couldn't muster up the courage to say sorry because then he would ask intrusive questions.