Down The Rabbit Hole

six

six; Awkward

A low groan escapes from her lips as she turns on her side. Something itchy rubs against her cheek and her hair is stuck up in weird places.

Her stomach churns in a uncomfortable way causing a wave of nausea hit her.

Her eyes open, the light causing a whole new wave of sickness to hit her. She clumsily stands, diving behind a pile of hay to barf.

Wait... Hay? After she finishes throwing up, she looks at the hay in confusion. Then, she realizes that she's in the barn.

A blanket lays by where she laid a few seconds ago. She tilts her head slightly, wondering why Alfred isn't around.

She stands with a wobble before leaving the barn. Her blue eyes find a familiar head of blonde hair easily.

"What the fuck happened?" She croaks out, rubbing her head.

Alfred jumps, his head hitting the fence he seems to be working on. His blue eyes glance over to her before a slow blush creeps up his neck.

"You got drunk." He replies, looking away quickly.

"I gathered that much," She grumbles, "I mean, what happened after the bar?" She rubs her head once again, hoping that the pounding will soon stop.

Alfred tinkers with the tool in his hand. "You threw up a couple of times and threatened to fight me if you could sleep next to America."

She laughs, despite the embarrassing story. She never thought her first drunk story would be that she threatened to fight a cowboy because she wanted to sleep with a horse.

"That's it?" She asks with a small smile, her fingers still rubbing her temples.

There must be more if Alfred is blushing like that. All her clothes are still on, so she didn't strip in front of him. Maybe she made a move on him.

"I, uh," He looks up before looking back down quickly, "You might've... Kissed me."

Oh. She starts to laughs lightly again. She pats his shoulder.

"Was I good?" She jokes, sitting next to him. She winces slightly when her leg wound stretches. It's getting better, obviously, but it's taking longer than she thought.

"Missy-"

"Well, I mean, I could always redo it if you want to." She leans forward, pursing her lips for him.

After he turns redder, she leans back and smiles. "Alfred Jones, you're the cutest cowboy I have ever met." She's only met like three, but whatever. "So, what's the plan today, pal?"

Alfred clears his throat, his blue eyes shyly going over to her before going back to the fence. "Miss Alice asked if we would like to have dinner with her."

"Really?" Logan touches the fence lightly, "Okay. What else?"

"I think your leg wound is healed enough to wear pants."

"Oh boy," She smiles, "That's good. No offense to Alice, but these dresses are not great."

"I reckon it would be difficult to wear them all the time."