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Setting: Reign's Apartment
On the first of January, Reign woke up just hours before sunset and immediately realized how badly she'd fucked up.
She'd spent the rest of the party with the beautiful stranger and had even taken pictures with her, but was too fucked up to remember to get her number or even ask her name again.
"Fuck!!" she shouted in irritation.
But being angry didn't change the situation. Neither did swiping through the pictures of the two of them together.
They looked good together. Too good for Reign to not even know her name.
She decided to cut her losses and go shower. It was a new year after all, and dwelling on a drunken mistake couldn't have been the best way to start it.
Being too lazy to separate the tasks, or maybe being too conscious of her water bill, Reign brushed her teeth and washed her face in the shower, too.
And immediately after getting out, she realized just how hungry she was.
She dried off without a care for accuracy. The middle of her back was left damp, along with the skin under her breast and behind her ears. Still, she pulled on a sports bra and boxers before moisturizing, then a pair of sweats and socks.
On her way to the kitchen, she let her hair down — her golden locs falling just short of her shoulder blades.
As far as breakfast went, her options were to eat cereal or cook. She didn't want to do either, but she didn't want to spend money on food either, considering the two-thousand-something dollars that'd just come out of her account for rent.
She reluctantly decided on cereal and poured herself a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios, only to open the fridge and realize she was out of milk.
"Oh, my fucking God, Reign! You can't do shit right!" she scolded herself.
She pulled out eggs, cheese, sausage, and bacon instead, then turned to grab potatoes and bread from the pantry.
She cleaned, grated, and drained two large potatoes then set them to the side before moving on to prep her eggs and meat.
After pulling four slices of bread from the loaf, she put away what she no longer needed.
She started cooking the hash browns, and right after finishing the second one, there was a knock at her front door.
She went to let Tamia in, already knowing it was her since she always wanted Reign to cook her hangover breakfasts.
"Reiii," she whined, reaching for a hug.
"Shut up," Reign groaned, dodging her to close the door.
She pouted, "Did you make breakfast?"
"I'm not done. And you lucky I ain't have milk 'cause we was finna be eating cereal," she returned, heading back to the kitchen.
