Brigitte Snaps - Ginger Snaps II

Part 7 - The Morning After

Sam wakes up with his head pounding and a lack of memory. Trina's beside him, naked other then her bra. What the fuck, he thinks. Last he remembered he was going to do Stephanie.
He gets up and stumbles to the kitchen in only his pajama pants, which are black plaid and ripped in the knees.
The liquor cabinet is open, of course it is, and the Burbon is empty laying on its side.
So That's why his head hurts.
Stephanie is on his couch next to a pile of her own throw up - luckily in a bowl. Sam would rather die then clean that up. He gets a glass of water for both the girls, leaving Stephanie's beside her bowl, and Trina's on the bed side table.
"Trina." He says, shaking her gently. "Trina get up."
"Wha?" She mumbles.
"What happened last night?"
Trina gets up and reaches for the water. She rubs her eyes and when she opens them, looks at Sam like shes disgusted.
"What? What'd I do?"
"You fucking cheated on me. Again." Trina shrugs.
"Trina. We're not together. I can't cheat on you when we're not together."
She gets up and grabs her skirt from the ground. "Yeah, well. Well when you consistently sleep with me for a week and tell me we don't need a condom because your not seeing anyone else I guess I get the wrong idea."
Sam sighs. "That was once, okay."
"Yeah well it fucking happened! Okay!"
Sam gets up and tries to comfort Trina. She just sticks her hand up to his face and continues getting changed.
"Just tell me what happened okay. Then I will at least know what I'm apologizing for."
"Let's see. Where do I start?" Trina begins. "You ignore me the whole party and take Steph home after you specifically told me you weren't seeing her anymore. Then, when I came and followed you I found you two drinking your livers out with the front door still fucking open. Then, I don't know. I was so fucking sad and done with you I was going to leave and never come back but Steph passed out and I guess fucking blacked out girls isn't okay but fucking teenagers is so you called me over and I thought it was to say sorry but no. You just wanted to get your dick wet like always."
Sam rubs his forehead. Jeez. He did all that? It is pretty bad, he admits that. Everything he's done to Trina has been. He wonders why she always comes back.
"Trina, I'm sorry." He sighs. He doesn't know what else to say.
She storms to the front door without her shirt on and yells before she walks out. "See you on Monday you junkie fuck!"
Sam just groans and sits down on the couch beside Steph.
God. He's a fuck up.

- - -

Brigitte wakes up to Ginger standing over her with a knife and tape. "It's your turn." she says ominously.
Brigitte squints in confusion. Her head hurts.
Ginger points the knife at Brigitte's lap and Bee looks down. Then she spots it. the tail.
"Oh my god." She utters.
Ginger smirks. "We cut it off or tape it. You choose."
"Tape it. Tape it."
Ginger does, tight to the back Brigitte's thigh. She slaps it when she's done. "Yours is cuter then mine was."
Brigitte pulls her pants up. "Please. No."

The sisters spend their Saturday talking about the night before. They face each other on their individual beds crisscrossed with the candles lit. The room is dim but light enough for them to see others face and expressions. The scene is perfect. How it used to be.
"So?" Ginger asks slyly.
Brigitte scoffs. "So what?"
"Did you fuck him? With protection of course."
Brigitte spits her water out. "No I did not fuck him! Jeez Ginger I'm not you."
"Hey."
"Sorry."
Ginger brushes it off. Bee's not wrong. "Well did you at least make out?"
Brigitte smiles at her hands. "Okay. Yeah. Maybe."
"I knew it! I knew you had it in you. Your going normal on me."
"Never." Brigitte says sharply. "What about you?"
Ginger sighs and lays down on her bed. "I might have done something."
"Who's something?"
Ginger laughs before she says it. "McCardy. Again."
"Ew Ginger! Not Jason."
"Hey I didn't judge your screw! And it was... nice this time. It felt. Wicked."
Brigitte makes a face.
"Please. When you finally get dicked you'll feel the same."
"Sure Ginger."
Ginger gets up again. She stares over to her sister, trying to detect a lie, Searching deep in her eyes for the tiniest hint of sin.
She doubts that Brigitte in her state would be able to hold back the urges; the desire to turn sex into savagery. She wonders if she smelt his flesh. Dreamt of bitting into it like a chicken thigh. Ripping that boy apart, starting from his chest and moving down to his ribs, and intestines, and eventually making her way to his still beating heart. But Ginger doesn't see it. All she sees in sincerity it her sisters dark eyes.
"So all you did was some necking?"
Brigitte nods. "Yeah. Well. We almost. But I stopped it."
Gingers quite. She breathes heavy. "It's because you felt it, right. The hunger?"
"Yeah."
Ginger nods. Her sister is stronger then she is. She's got willpower, intelligence, and loyalty Ginger can only dream of possessing. So maybe by that Brigitte will survive. By her shear strength she might survive.