Heartbeat

It's Your Party

It was now pretty late at night. Laura had fallen asleep during the movie. Finding Nemo seemed to have been a bit too much for the cupcake tonight. Carmilla- still semi-nocturnal even after her devamping- stayed awake cuddling her fiancé, running her long fingers through her hair while she watched horror movies Laura would never want to see. It was nice and peaceful. That was until three red heads came barging in wearing clothes one would only wear on a night in the city. Their faces were large with bright grins.

Oh no.

"GET UP LOSERS! WE'RE GOING CLUBBING!" Lafontaine pumped a fist in the air. Carmilla glared at the three, groaning as she felt Laura stir in her arms.

Not hearing anything but an annoyingly loud yell of who-knows-what, Laura groaned (so much like her fiancé) and clung to Carmilla closer, her head finding its way underneath her pillow-pet with her lips against Carm's neck. Snuggling deeper, her leg coiled itself over Carmilla as she tried to ignore whatever was going on.

She better not be watching those scary movies again. I almost stayed up for days the last time! I will not go through Night of the Living Dead again! I just want to sleep for 3 more hours and dream of milk and cookies like a good Hollis.

"Can't you see the cupcake is sleeping? Christ, how did you even get in here?" Carmilla whispered harshly, somehow making her glare even harder and higher in intensity. Although, the only person that seemed to be affected was Perry. Laf just shrugged and Danny rolled her eyes.

"It's a wedding thing Fang Fa...Carmilla. The to-be-wedded couple flout with their friends and have a wild night before getting into a lifelong relationship of responsibility..."

How oddly specific there Lawrence.

"We figured neither of you would enjoy going to a strip club. So, we thought a gay bar would be more fun. Get up and get dressed. It's time for the best Bachelorette party you will ever have! Or, at least the cheapest. We paid for nothing." Danny was not even a little bit affected when Laf elbowed her in the side for the almost slip of the tongue.

Carmilla raised her eyebrows, narrowing her eyes in annoyance. More with how loud they were being while Laura was asleep rather than them entering her home without permission now.

"Could you PLEASE at least try to talk about this quietly? Did you ever think to ask us first?" She whisper-yelled as quietly as she could over the irritation.

Uggggggghhhhhhhh......!

Laura whined, positioning her head on Carmilla's chest, eyes still firmly closed. The last thing she wanted was to move from this spot.

"Carm could you please turn down the television! All the chattering is annoying." She refused to let herself wake up, squeezing her fiancé tighter.

"It's not the TV sweetheart, although I wish it was. The ginger squad is here. They want to take us gay clubbing as some kind of wedding tradition or something," Mumbling under her breathe, Carmilla turned off the TV to prove her point. Once again, she glared at the group, growling lowly in her throat, "I ask yet again, HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET IN HERE?"

Well, there goes my sleep.

"Laf made a key," Laura moaned again, opening her eyes but refusing to move, "Why do we have to go gay clubbing?"

"Apparently it's a pre-marital tradition for the to-be-wedded couple to go out with friends one last night and go crazy before going into a lifetime long relationship of responsibility...Danny's words, not mine," Carm shrugged, frowning deeper, "Did they have permission to make a key?"