Midnight Desires (modern AU)

Chapter Eight

The next morning Meg woke up in an unfamiliar hotel room.  Not only that, but she had  very little memories of the night before. 

She carefully uncovered herself and found that she was naked as the day she was born. Her clothing was strewn everywhere from what she could see.

The most embarrassing was her the fact that her bra was hanging off of the bathroom doorknob. She must've had quite a bit of fun last night. 

She was the only one here, she knew that much for sure. That meant whoever had brought her back had simply before she woke. It wasn't all that upsetting. It was how most hookups worked.  

She got up and collected her clothing, deciding to hop into the shower before she actually put them back on.  After all, she couldn't go home smelling like sex and she didn't particularly wish to do so.  

She took her sweet time in the shower as more memories slowly came to her the forefront. 

Meg was filled with guilt when she recalled Christine showing up, soaked to the bone. The poor woman had just been trying to save her friend from making a bad decision. 

Not only had she been completely unreasonable, but Juliette had been incredibly rude as well. She refused to focus on the fact that she'd been giving a complete stranger a lap dance. 

Meg found it rather embarrassing. It wasn't something she'd usually do. But deep down, it was good to know that the stamina from ballet did have a use after all. 

She climbed out of the shower and dried her hair. She dressed and headed out of the room, pausing only to turn the key in. 

She truly had not a clue where she was or how to get back. It was as if fate had decided to make an already awful morning much worse. 

She fumbled for her phone and scrolled through her contacts once she had it. She almost considered calling her mother but decided against it almost immediately. 

This wasn't a situation that she'd liked to explain to her, especially not after the way she'd stormed out of their home. An adult woman, indeed. This would just make her seem even more childish in her mother's eyes. 

Antoinette was unfortunately just that judgemental when it came to her. But she never blinked an eye at the idea of Christine remaining with one man her whole life. Hypocrisy at its finest, really. 

Christine was the only option, though some part of her doubted that the woman would be willing to help out. Hopefully Christine hadn't changed too much. 

Though it was unlikely that she'd be familiar with  the area, GPS could always be used. 

She pressed her contact and hit the call button. She waited patiently as she could manage, each ring making the pit in her gut deepen.  She almost worried that her friend wouldn't answer. 

But then she did. 

"Meg? Why are you calling me? I thought you were busy." Christine's voice is less than welcoming. 

But she can't really blame her for that. Even if she tried to, she knew the argument would be  full of flimsy excuses.

"I'm sorry... I didn't have my wits about me. I think I was drunk. That was no excuse of course...but I'm sorry for what it's worth." She found herself rambling quickly.

She wanted to be sure that Christine wouldn't hang up before she could say it. She wouldn't blame her if she did but she at least had to try. 

Christine was almost completely silent, only the sound of a soft sigh letting her know that she was still there. 

"It's alright...but that doesn't answer my question. Why are you calling me?" Christine's voice was still firm, but the bitterness had faded from it. 

It made Meg wince slightly. Clearly this wasn't something that she would forget very easily. Perhaps she would remain around long enough for them to mend the slight fracture of their relationship. 

"I...uh, I don't know where I am. But I can give you the street name if you're willing to come find me... I'll even pay you for your time." She finally explained. 

More silence followed her confession before Christine sighed again. She felt hopeful- and guilty all at once. She was banking on Christine's kindness this whole time when everything that had happened was her own fault. 

She shoved the regret away for the time being. It could be dealt with later. 

"Fine. Just...don't expect me there very soon as I'm going to have to figure out my way there." Christine finally agreed. 

Meg made a sound of agreement and hurriedly filled her in on the street name as well as the hotel name. That seemed rather important as well..just in case Christine ended up asking for directions on the way. 

Once they hung up, Meg cursed under her breath and prepared herself for them inevitable awkwardness.