*arrives in, allowing the door to slam behind her (no pity on hangovers today) and walks through the front room, her heels loud on the wooden floor*
*comes into the kitchen and effects great (and obviously fake) surprise to see you* Oh, you're out of bed. Well, that is an improvement on yesterday. *holds out the t-shirt (now balled up tight) for to you take and almost carelessly drops it into your outstretched fumbling fingers* This is yours.