The Dance

Morning Sun

Stevie slowly flickered her eyes open, surprised to see sunlight beaming softly through the curtain of the hotel and she then smiled as she looked at Christine whom was still cuddled up to her and curled into her like she never wanted to let her go, Stevie couldn't help her heart warm as she pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead after making sure her breathing still seemed normal, oh how she longed to wake up like that every morning, not alone with only her dog in her bed.

She sighed softly, she still felt the slither of hope, but maybe Christine had just been drunk, Stevie recalled all her own looking back and she realised she must have thought until she fell asleep.

She slowly slipped out of the bed, after untangling sleeping Christine from her and making sure she was laying on her side in case she was sick from the alcohol.  She then went over and closed the curtain, knowing the sunlight would hurt Christine's hungover eyes when she did wake so she only left the room lit with a lamp that she draped her scarf over and she then hastily changed out of her dress and into a nightgown since it was only still early, just after six am and she knew she could afford to have a late morning because the show wasn't until late that night and the boys and staff could sort it all, she knew Christine would unlikely be up to functioning for many hours after the state she had been so Stevie decided to try and make her something to eat because she was beyond worried about how thin she was and she also worried she wasn't taking care of herself so she decided to try and order some food up to the room to cook something nice, even if it was just an omelette and toast, that might help with the hangover Christine would be suffering from.

Stevie smiled again at Christine who was snoring softly and looking pale, before she made her way out to the kitchen and began sorting out the breakfast.

Not long after, Christine groaned as she slowly felt herself waking, instantly feeling her head seeming to throb and she clenched her eyes closed from the intensity of the headache, also feeling waves of nausea. She winced as she slowly rolled over, feeling the mattress beneath her and glad she had collapsed on some floor somewhere or someplace uncomfortable. She then worried though, who's bed was it.

She tried to ignore the headache trying to recall something in her foggy mind and she just felt terrible asking herself the same thing like always, why did she drink so much? 

She gently rubbed her hands through her hair, trying to open her eyes but quickly closing them again to protect them from the bright light shining in the room and groaning. So she began to search her mind further, her night was hard to recall like something was blocking her memory still and  she felt a little cold and realized she was in her underwear as she slowly became more conscious, feeling the sheet against her bare skin.

That instantly woke her and she worried, if she was underwear, what had she done? She forced her eyes open, blearily glancing about more and gulping back the disgusting taste of vodka that was lingering in her mouth and she cringed, hating it.

She tried to ignore it though and sat up slowly, lightheaded instantly as she clutched the sheet around herself, panicking and wondering what she had done. She gently rubbed her eyes and blinked them more awake, the room a little fuzzy still as she glanced around, not recognising it at all which panicked her, it had clearly been a random one night stand and she hated herself instantly but then her eyes widened as she saw a black dress flung over a chair in the corner of the room and she instantly thought of Stevie, twirling in her black dresses, she couldn't hope they had a one night stand, oh she wished it had happened and then also glanced a scarf covering the lamp beside the bed and sighed in relief, it was definitely Stevie she ended up in bed with, she was beyond relieved and she laid back in the bed, wishing she could recall what they had done.

Feeling a little deflated as she lifted up the sheet and saw she was in her underwear like she thought, so maybe they hadn't done anything, her and Stevie usually ended up naked, tangled together in the afterglow and then woke up like that, even when they had been drunk and high so that started to diminish her hope, she also frowned with insecurities as her eyes darted over her naked skin and she hastily pulled the sheet back over herself.