Hungover

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Camila groaned at the sound of her phone ringing. She slowly lifted her head from the mattress where she had been sleeping face down. She could barely open her eyes; even the dim light of her hotel room was too bright for the hangover she woke up with. She haphazardly grabbed her phone, which she had unfortunately not thought to plug in the night before, and answered the call.

"Hmph?"

"Good morning," Shawn chuckled. "Did I wake you up?"

"Yeah," she mumbled, dropping her head down onto the bed again.

"Sorry, baby. I take it you had fun last night?"

"I think so..."

Shawn found her uncertainty amusing. "Can we switch to FaceTime? I wanna see your face."

"Mhm." Camila used as much energy as she could muster up to switch the call to video, grimacing when she saw herself on the screen. Her hair was a frizzy mess and her mascara was smeared around her eyes.

"There's my pretty girl!"

"I look like a hot mess," Camila snorted.

"Emphasis on hot."

"Shawn...look at me." Camila tried to wipe away some of the dark makeup from under her eyes but it wasn't working as well as she'd hoped. "I'm a wreck."

"Are you still wearing your dress?" Shawn asked, smirking when he saw the glimmer of the pearly-white fabric contrasted against her tan skin on the screen.

"Yes. I'm pretty sure I literally just walked into my hotel room and passed out on the bed last night." She sighed. "I smell like alcohol and cigarettes. And sweat."

"Sounds like a party."

"Yeah..." She yawned. "But I'm looking forward to being home again."

"What time do you fly home tomorrow?"

"My flight leaves at 7 AM. So I definitely don't wanna drink again tonight...at least, not as much as I did last night."

"Today is your spa day, right? Hopefully that helps the hangover situation."

"Hopefully," she yawned again. "How's the cat patio situation coming along?"

"Really well!" Shawn answered proudly. "Brian is coming over again today to finish it up, but I'm not gonna let Terk in for the first time until you're back here to see it."

"Oh, I can't wait to see his reaction...poor boy probably misses the outdoors so much." Just then, Camila saw the cat jump on the back of the couch behind Shawn and curl up behind his head. "Speak of the devil..." Camila giggled. "Where's the other boy?"

Shawn tapped his phone screen to turn the camera around, showing Tarzan standing in their living room staring at the show that was playing on their TV. His tail was wagging but he seemed to be completely entranced by the random crime series that was playing. Camila called out to him hoping that he'd turn around and say hi to her, and he did turn around — but only momentarily before turning back towards the TV. Shawn flipped the camera back around so his face filled the screen.

"He's pretty busy this morning."

"Clearly," Camila snorted.

"So you're still wearing the dress from last night, huh?"

"Yes..." Camila replied, curious but also already knowing where he was about to go with this.

"Can I see?" His smirk seemed shy, like he was a little embarrassed to be asking. Camila giggled, rolling over to lay on her back and lifting her phone high up into the air so he had a better view of her body and the dress that adorned it.

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