I Think I'm in Trouble {Reimagined}

LXXXIX.

Stevie hadn't been overly talkative that morning, in fact, she got herself together in utter silence, mostly because she had absolutely no recollection of the night before; that alone made her a bit uneasy.

The only thing she was certain of was that she had to have been behaving badly enough or sick enough that Lindsey had to come and get her; it wasn't often that Sharon and Lori needed help taking care of her when she was drunk.

When they arrived to the house, Shannon smirked as soon as she saw her mother walk through the front door.

"Well, look at you..." she commented. 

Lindsey shook his head in the younger woman's direction, urging her to not say anything that would further agitate the woman.

She rolled her eyes, "Can I get you anything, mom?"

"A Bloody Mary..." she brought her hand to her head.

"I can do that... I'm still a fantastic bartender," she spun around, reaching into the cabinet for her shaker.

Asking her if that was the best idea was beyond what he wanted to ask her because he knew it would fuel some sort of argument he wasn't prepared to have.

"How's Lily?" 

Stevie looked over, realizing it should have been the first thing out of her mouth.

"She's fine... I fed her at around eight," she assured, making her way to the fridge for some tomato juice. "She's napping now... Nick went to Grace's, by the way."

Stevie took her coat off and dropped it over the railing of the stairs before coming back to simply slide onto the stool in front of her island.

"I'm gonna take this upstairs," Lindsey commented, taking their overnight bag with him as he made his way through the entry way and dining room.

Shannon kept to herself, shaking the contents of the drink she had made before pouring into a glass for her mother.

"Thanks," she sighed, taking a sip. 

She was never one to drink more after a day of drinking, but for some reason, it was the only thing to make her feel better while bringing her buzz right back.

"What happened?" Shannon asked just above a whisper.

"Nothing," she shook her head, looking her in the eye. "Why?"

"Well, you're in a mood..." she arched her brow. 

The older woman dropped her eyes from her daughter to her drink.

"Lindsey doesn't seem exactly thrilled either." 

"Things must not have gone well if he had to come and get me..." she shrugged. "I don't think I'd be thrilled either."

The girl pursed her lips.

"I don't have any idea of what happened yesterday. I remember having wine at dinner with the girls and we got caught up talking that we were talking about going to Sharon's. I really don't remember anything after that..."

"Goddamn, even I don't mix like that..." she crossed her arms. "Whiskey and tequila are my drinks of choice. You haven't drank anything hard since before I left..." she pondered. "Wait a minute, when is the last time you drank like that? If you found out you were pregnant on tour?" she wondered.

"It's been a while," she admitted. 

"So then you went to Sharon's and you guys drank tequila and vodka?" she questioned.

Right when she was going to protest such things, a flashback of her having a tequila shot came back to her and she recalled quickly that she sure did mix more than she thought.