Narrative: Mermaid Who: Arla Lawrence When: Backdated to Monday morning, March 10 Where: Guidance office, Xavier's School What: The morning after the thread between Arla and David. No, no, playing Parcheesi is not a metaphor.
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Arla woke up when she heard all kinds of footsteps banging above her head and the sound of her alarm clock----going off across the hall. Her spine felt twisted, her hip felt cramped, and her hand had clenched and stiffened up again. Training made her feel ridiculously sore and aching... god damn. Groaning, she rubbed at her face and squinted around the room. Crap. This wasn't her room, this wasn't her chair that she was lounging in.
She jerked up out of her chair, clutching the blanket around her body to cover her nakedness. She'd gotten drunk and fucked him, hadn't she----?
Oh. Oh, no. No, she wasn't naked. She was as clothed as she had been before. She squinted, pushing the blanket off her body and rolling onto the floor. She must have fallen asleep in here with David last night... because she didn't remember going to bed. And he'd been nice enough to wrap her up in a blanket so she didn't get cold and he'd just left her there to... do something.
She slumped, happy to stay curled up on the rug, but if she didn't get her ass up now, there'd be no one to throw chalk in her class.