Who: FBI V1 and Tess. Where: Casa Spencer/Williams. When: Late morning, early afternoon today, Friday. What: Girls need to be girls. Warning/Status: Probably some swearing, and dry heaving. In progress.
After talking to her friend on the network, Tess had somehow managed to keep her stomach from spilling anything else long enough to climb into the shower, rinsing off the morning's worth of nasties. It had been a rough day already, not only was she sicker than a dog from alcohol poisoning, but she was stressing out over the entire Rachel fiasco that had taken place. And she hadn't been exagerrating her stress to her best friend, she had lost weight. She would sit and stare at the computer sometimes, waiting for the former Mrs. Williams to try and lay some claim to Danny through the baby, and while she knew Danny loved her and didn't want to be with Rachel, it still worked her up. She wanted to build a future, and Rachel was laying her fucking blocks in Tess' path.
She got out of the shower after stewing in her misery and she threw on some jeans and a t-shirt, left her hair damp, but tied it up to keep it out of the way. The door had been left open for her friend, and now she was just digging through some things to hook the IV bag that V was bringing up to herself and introduce the vitamin cocktail they called a banana bag to her system, trying to figure out how the hell she would face the Shawn who had no idea who she was face to face tonight.