She woke up the next day with the overwhelming feeling of nausea. She jumped out of bed, running to the bathroom, and throwing up violently. A hot shower helped wash away the last dregs of the night before, and she felt much the better for it. As she slipped out of the bathroom, she could hear Trouble still snoring in the spare room.
She pulled on a fresh set of clothes, before quietly making her way down the stairs, and boiling some water. She had some of the good coffee left, that she saved for mornings like these, it had been her ‘Christmas’ present from Butler, and she’d made it last the most part of a year. She carefully made up two cups of coffee, and carried one upstairs, setting it on the table beside Trouble’s head, aware the smell of it would wake him up. Sure enough, ash she placed it down, he groaned, and pulled himself up to sitting. He blinked a little dazedly, looking around him, for a second before working out where he was, and picking up the coffee.
“Ah, one of the few things to exist above ground!” he said, clearing his throat, “Hell, we were drunk last night!” he added, with a laugh.
Holly grinned,
“Ah, but that was the plan, was it not? And it makes good morale to occasionally let the juniors see their seniors stumbling out of the pub drunk as anything.” Holly reminded him, taking a sip of her own coffee.
“Not good for my head though! “ Trouble protested, standing up, “Can I borrow your shower, and then I’ll be out of your hair?” Trouble said, checking his phone.
“Go ahead, you know where the clean towels and stuff are.” Holly replied, before disappearing off downstairs and grabbing herself a packet of berries from the chiller, eating them out of the packet, singing along to the radio. She turned around, as Trouble made his way down the stairs, and poked his head around the door.
“Holls, thank you for letting me crash in your spare room, I will see you at the meeting with Foaly first thing on Monday, please don’t be late!” He told her, “I’ll let myself out, remember, don’t be late on Monday!” he added, as he made his way into the hallway, and shut the door after him.
Holly carried on with her breakfast, before picking up the phone, and calling Foaly’s number.
Caballine picked up the phone on the other end, her tone warm.
“Holly! How are you? We’re having a ‘barbeque’ for lunch, you should come over! Foaly tells me it’s something Butler hold him about? The kids would love to see you!”
Holly considered it for a second.
“That sounds nice, I have presents for Jules and little Holly. I’ll be there in a few hours, do you need me to bring anything?” Holly asked, mentally thinking where she’d hidden the little pairs of pyjamas she had been unable to resist buying.
“No, Foaly has it in hand, or so he says!” Caballine said, with a disbelieving snort, “I shall remind him to put on some vegetarian things on for you, and we shall see you later on! Oh, what was it you were calling about?”
