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"WHAT the fuck happened last night?"
The two exchanged a look before they both glanced over the edge of the bed easily locating their missing articles of clothing, he let out a sigh his mouth slightly open as he looked to meet Margos piercing gaze, he let his eyes roam the apartment quickly seeing the bottle of vodka and the two glasses they'd ditched the evening prior.
"I'm gonna go on a limb and say we got wasted." he groaned reaching his hand up to rub at his temples, "fucking hell." he leaned back into the pillows closing his eyes against the bright light that streamed in from the window.
He rolled over onto his stomach pressing his head into the pillows, Margo pulled back on his shoulder, "stop hiding, you're too old to be so shy."
He offered her a pained smile before sitting up again, turning away from the window he scooted away from her glancing under the covers to realize he was only in his underwear; just like her.
"Did we...?"
He nodded his head running a hand through his hair, "I think we did." he mumbled, Margo let out a sigh glancing towards the apartment door, anywhere that didn't involve Mitch seemed like the best place to look, he hesitantly slipped out of bed collecting his joggers from the floor, she avoided looking at him as he pulled the pants over his legs his boxers quickly disappearing.
"I've got to get to work, we can talk about it later if you want." he suggested, she absently nodded her head leaning into her hand as he grabbed a set of clothes from his dresser before heading for the bathroom to change, "Mitch." he paused in his actions turning to look at her, "hmm?"
"I don't think you need to go into the bathroom to change." his face relaxed at her implications as he set his clothes on the edge of the bed, Margo rubbed her eyes slipping out of bed as he pulled on his pants. She made her way into the kitchen fumbling through the cabinets in search of the things she needed to make coffee, Mitch came up from behind her reaching over her shoulder to the cabinet to the left of her, he plucked it from the cupboard holding it out to her with a neutral expression.
She offered a small smile quietly thanking him as he moved to put his shoes on, she grabbed a mug from beside the sink bringing it over to the coffee pot as she waited for it to finish brewing the dark brown liquid she was yearning to drink.
Mitch pushed himself out of the chair he'd been sitting in his shoes perfectly laced and double knotted, he had his hand on the doorknob in seconds the door cracking open with a small twist of the metal, he paused glancing into the kitchen, "Margo." she cast him a look over her shoulder pouring the piping hot liquid into her mug, "we are gonna talk about this when I get back, right?" she softly nodded her head looking away from him.
