Mechelle begins to stir, rousing from a deep slumber.
Filling her lungs, she releases, sharply.
Her eyes pop, abruptly.
Easing herself into a sitting position, head throbbing.
"Shit.." She breathes, "I should've known better, than to drink that much.."
Cradling her head, she slips from underneath her warm sheets, shivering as her toes contact the cool floor.
Her phone vibrates, violently, and she moans, annoyed. Her being felt heavy.
Scrambling around for her phone, blindly, She manages to seek it out.
Sliding her finger across the screen, as she observes the text from Darcy.
Fr: Darcy:
Dude... I feel like shit. Remind me to NEVER do that again. Lol.
Mechelle had no intention of replying straightaway.
Tossing her phone against the mattress of her bed, she stumbles toward her door, slipping out of her room.
The only thing she needed, was to rid herself of this pesky hangover and enjoy a hot bath.
. . .
Sinking into the heated water, she could feel the muscles in her body relax, gradually.
"Yes." She purrs.
It had been her day off, finally, and she wanted to enjoy it.
She begins to recall her previous night.
As it flashed through her mind, It seemed more so like a vague dream, than reality.
What happened, exactly?
Her brows furrow, as she attempts to dig deeper, remembering the events that had occurred.
"I came home," she pauses, briefly, "Darcy texted me. I went out, we had a few drinks, and I returned home."
Her body tenses, "And then.." She trails off, "Someone, was in my apartment?"
No.
"No." she repeats, aloud, "But, I do remember seeing someone. Then again, I was drunk." She mutters, as if she had been searching for a reasonable excuse for the strange incident.
"It must've been a dream." She claims.
Sinking in a bit further, her knees rise above the water, as she'd press her feet against the opposite end.
This tub was too small, even for her.
As much as she'd like to complain, her mind had been elsewhere.
Drawn back toward the conversations that were held last night, she giggles, remembering Darcy's drunken statement.
Pervert, She chides within.
A pounding knock at her front door, startles her.
Sprouting up, promptly, water spills onto the floor, as she grasps a towel from the bar, encasing her body.
Stomping down the hall, she reaches the knob of the door, examining the opposite end through the small hole planted in the door, only to find it vacant.
"What the hell.." Her voice, murmurous.
Turning on her heel, she halts in her step, as the pounding knock sounds through her ears, once again.
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Fanfiction**Editing In Process** "The God of mischief." "You speak those words, as if you know who I am." He grins. Captured by the God of Mischief, Mechelle seeks to find a way home. Uncertain as to why she's a prisoner on Asgard, she attempts to hold he...
