[She shuts her eyes as she clutches to the sink Mox led her to. She's gone from the caregiver role to the infant overnight. She used to be so responsible. People who did reckless things like this used to piss her off. It's selfish and irresponsible.
In her mind she's picturing Dave sleeping soundly. He's so okay and she's so not. She's not even mad right now. She's glad. She's happy that he's not the one with her right now, because if he saw her right now, he'd probably just wonder what he ever saw in her and why he ever loved her.
She thought they'd be together through everything, but everything goes wrong. Nothing ever stays good. Even when things are going to stay good, she messes it up. She ruined the relationship, she ruined his friendship with Mox and Warren, and she's ruining Mox again now. He shouldn't be here. She took him away from his good night doing who knows what to come over and listen to her cry and vomit all over the place.
She feels the light knock on the counter as he places the bottle down next to her hand, and hears his voice. It feels like she has a fever, she's so hot and dizzy. She didn't even realize she heard what he said until her body started doing just what he said. It's like she's lagged. She reaches for her toothbrush, but it knocks over into the sink so she settles for the water rinse. After she's done, she reaches out for him so he can help her back to the bed.
She's done pretending to be remotely sober. She's already cried and thew up, then cried again in front of him. In a blink she's back in bed. Something else probably happened, the walk there, probably. She blinks slowly, but keeping her eyes open is an effort so she gives in to the darkness and lets her heavy head rest on the pillow]
Thanks, Davey. [She mumbles in routine. It's safe and warm now. Her words are slurred now and it sounds more like sleep talking than anything.] Love you. Night.