*Jessica's POV*
I stumble out of the bathroom and search for my wife.
"Have you seen Saraahh?" I slur to Mary one of the bridesmaids. "Mmmm I think she might be getting it on with her wife" Mary said wiggling her eyebrows. She was drunker than Sarah. I laughed as I walked away at her comment. "With her wife hahaha."
Maybe she's back in the hotel room. I turn and venture the hallways of the hotel which was above the wedding reception.
"34, 35, 36, ha 37!"
I open the hotel door. "Hello?" I call out but nobody answers. I walk around the whole suite, but nobody was to be found. "Shit shit shit shit" I mumbled the myself, sweating from anxiety. Fuck where could they be?
I sit down because I feel dizzy from the alcohol.
No no no n-
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"Excuse me miss? Miss?" Somebody says shaking me. "Wh- what?" I ask confused. "Who are you?" I begin to panic.
"Well, we could ask you the same question" a woman around my age says looking from a man the same age then to me.
"Why are you in my hotel room?" I ask sitting up. "Miss, you're in our hotel room. This is room 37" she explains.
"Fuck, well I'm really sorry about this" I say apologising, picking up my heels and running out of the door and to my room.
"Ava! Kai!" I shouted as I opened the door hoping to hear their little giggles or cries, anything to let me know that they're here. Last night made me freak.
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Dark night of the soul
FanficThis is a fanfic based on something that I have experienced but I've elaborated on my story and just made it more interesting. The story is based around Sarah Paulson (queen) and Jessica Lange (queen) don't judge me because I ship them My intention...
