After Heidi had left that night, she had gone to the strip club to meet Ginny. There, after a few beers, she had confessed to seeing Tracey again. Safe to say, Ginny did not take it well. She had gone off on Heidi, bringing to light all of the doubts Heidi had already had about her reconnection with Tracey. Also safe to say, she went home to an empty bed that night.
Ginny's reaction had sent Heidi downhill once more as she had been reminded of all her doubts and had spent most of the weekend in a drunken, high daze.
NOw, Sunday, Heidi had completely forgotten about her and Tracey's plans. Instead, she was in her loft, in only her wife beater and boyshort knickers, already high, her eyes bloodshot, and had a number of beers. It also happened that she wasn't alone. Some witch that she had picked up in some bar was here, in the bathroom at the moment Tracey decided to step in.
The living room was strewn with clothes, her's and the girl's, some remnants of cocaine on the coffee table alone with a razor, and empty beer bottles.
Hearing the noise, Heidi shifted sharply, turning around, expecting the girl. Seeing Tracey, what usually would have been a reaction of shock and shame, was a wide smile. "Tracey!" Heidi greeted, clearly out of it. "What's up?" she said cheerfully, her state clearly evident in her features and speech.