WHO: Eva and Stella WHERE: Their flat WHEN: Late Saturday... well Sunday really WHAT: Sisterly bonding? RATING: TBD
Eva had overdone it. Even by Eva's standards. She was, as the first bits of the cocktail of doom she had consumed began to wear off, quite aware of just how over the top she'd been that evening. Like always it hadn't started out that way. She'd gone and had a few pints with a few friends who met a few other people who went and got kabobs and then went to a club, where she met Charles who knew a great house party and so on and so forth. In the end it was the same. She was a mess and she had most certainly lost whatever money she'd had on her to Charles the asshole. In a way she was probably lucky to only have lost that but Eva never found herself particularly lucky. If she was.. well that was a bad train of thought to go down.
Stella had found her though, left shoe missing and all. Brought her back to their flat and she was relatively safe. As long as you didn't count what Eva was capable of doing to herself. Eva hadn't said much the entire way back. Hadn't even said a thank you when she wandered into the flat and made a beeline for the loo. A good twenty minutes later she emerged and found herself a far more comfortable outfit and was unsteadily rifling through the kitchen for a cup of tea.
A mug fell to the floor, shattering on the wooden floors and Eva stared at the shards before sniffing. Maybe it was the drugs she had taken or maybe it was just that she had been emotional to start the day but whatever the case she'd finally reached her breaking point. Eva abandoned the tea and padded her way out of the kitchen. She found her feet taking her to Stella's room seemingly of their own volition. She raised a hand and knocked, forehead falling forward against the wooden panel. "Stels?" She sniffed again and wiped at her nose.