Nomad's Baby

Tequila Part 1

Vodka.

Stay away from vodka.

That was the first coherent thought.

It was morning now. Undeniable from the crack of light slicing her face like a machete.

Groaning in protest, Sera turned her body away.

For a few minutes she laid there in silence. Sleep faded as more awareness flooded in.

The night before played out in glimpses in her head. She told herself in the beginning that she could survive the night and she did.

Barely though, thanks to the shots taken with Vicky.

Her underage self had been way more used to alcohol.

Licking her dry mouth Sera cautiously sat up before making her way to the bathroom to shower.

Ten minutes later she was back in the room, wearing a Hello Kitty pajama set that Vicky insisted on buying.

Having a friend that also stripped for a living could guarantee she'd go for a size too small.

But Sera had to acknowledge there was a lot to fit in the shorts and t-shirt, especially the t-shirt. She checked herself out in the mirror briefly, wondering how long it would before she was used to seeing herself in normal clothes.

Frowning she pulled away from the reflection, feeling the itch of anxiety.

Her hands clenched before forcing them to relax.

You're going to be alright.

You're going to figure it all out.

And you'll get your life back.

Maybe one day she could forget it ever even happened.

At the foot of her bed sat the letter intended for Sophie. All this time and she hadn't sent one letter. Sophie likely thought she'd been forgotten about.

But she wasn't.

A knock came to the connecting door just as she sat down next to the papers.

"Yup?" Her first word of the day was raspy, causing her to quickly clear her throat.

It was Vicky in dark blue silk pajamas holding reheated food they had left over from that Smugglers place. The smell filled the room and clenched her stomach in quick succession.

"Morning hangover baby. How'd you sleep?"

"Like the dead, except I woke up," she answered honestly.

"Eat since you're resurrected." She offered her a plate.

Sera accepted it, discreetly folding over the letter as Vicky laid across the bed on her stomach behind her.

"Our time in Tijuana is winding on down."

"It is?"

"Yeah. You wanna wanna move down here or something? We gotta head back to Vegas where the real money is."

Sera was quiet.

"You haven't changed your mind about coming back with me have you?"

No...

Maybe...

Being honest there were other things she'd considered. Like going somewhere else to try to figure things out on her own and not continuing to be a burden.

The thought was there, but the details, especially 'where' were still in the wind.

A noise outside, something clanging dragged her attention to the window. "What was that?"