"Come on... come on... son of a bitch!"

The brunette walked down the streets of Vancouver, her fingers tightening around the long sleeved sweater she had stolen. It was fucking freezing and somehow, against her better lack of judgment and many tequila shots, she had found herself wandering the streets of the Canadian city. Her legs were exposed to the cold in cut off shorts, practically freezing as she continued to walk as far away from the building as her heel covered legs could.

With makeup wiped off and a baseball cap adorning the top of her frazzled hair she probably looked like the epitome of a mess and she would be lying if she said she didn't feel like it. She had fucked up badly... and all she wanted to do was go back hours before and say no to whatever delirium infused night she had gotten herself into.

Her phone rang loudly, startling the runner at the stoplight beside her who jumped slightly and then eyed her weirdly before taking in her full appearance. In thigh high heels, cut off jean shorts, and a black sweater that had the logo of the LA Clippers across it along with the matching cap she looked a disaster, to which the man raised an eyebrow at.

"Do people in Canada not mind their fucking business?" She bluntly stated to the man, daringly staring him down.

The man chocked slightly at her words, his face growing slightly fearful as he realized that this was not the girl to mess with and clearly with the redness in her eyes she was not in any mood to be making friends on the street. Naturally, the man was extremely thankful when they were able to cross the street once more, he took off like a goddamn bullet.

Rey sighed in annoyance, she was pissed and hungover, blowing off some steam was certainly necessary but even that didn't help. She couldn't be angry at this because she had caused this herself.

The girl was lost, somewhere on the other side of Vancouver with nothing but her phone to help. She supposed calling an uber was her best bet but she didn't want to be home, and it was like someone up above had heard her mental pleas as her phone vibrated in her hand.

Her eyes quickly flashed over the caller ID, thankful that it wasn't someone else before she pressed the button to answer.

"MORNING SUNSHINE! HOW DID WE SLEEP!"

Danielle was practically screeching down the phone, amusement clear in her tone as she laughed at the end of her statement.

Rey winced, pulling the phone away from her face as the sound vibrated through her skull loudly and bounced a few more times as she continued to feel the affects.

"Dude for fucks sake, I can hear the sun. You are not helping." She groaned back into the phone, ducking her eyes from the Suns powerful gaze as her eyes stung.

"Sorry sweetheart. This is what you get for not inviting us! Shouldn't you be asleep or something?"

Rey realized she was on speaker now as Candice was heard on the other end. Both girl simultaneously laughing.

"You guys live near Grant right?" Rey cut off their amusement and got right down to the point.

"Yeah? Why? Where are you?" Danny answered.

"I'm in front of some shitty bistro. Guys, I fucked up."

"Did you fuck up or fuck Grant?" Candice retorted quickly.

"A little of both... actually a lot of both..." Rey groaned, leaning against the wall and groaning aloud. She knew that no matter how bad this hangover was, the consequences that would follow suit would be much more hell.

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"How do you have drunk sex with Grant, take his clothes, and then leave the next morning?" Danielle bluntly stated to the girl as she sat across her breakfast table. The olive skinned brunette had her hand supporting the rest of her head as she looked seconds away from a meltdown... or vomiting.

"I don't know. I was to busy searching for my underwear to wake him up and have a full blown discussion about the night." Rey sarcastically answered, groaning when the own sound of her voice caused her skull to contract with pain.

Danielle rolled her eyes, pouring fresh coffee into a cup and then sliding it over to the girl. Both Danny and Candice looking identical in pose as they stared down there friend with pursed lips and curious expressions. To be quite honest they had laughed after hanging up with the girl, finding it hilarious that this was the way Rent would rise but now there wasn't an ounce of actual humor as seeing the girl worried had risen concern in both of them.

"What do you remember?" Candice asked, softly speaking so as to not further give Rey pain from her hangover.

"Honestly? I remember most of it, but it's all like bits and pieces blurred together. I remember showing up the karaoke bar and them giving us free shots. I remember laughing with Grant because no one knew who we were yet they kept saying we were amazing at what we did. I remember singing and then I remember getting in an uber. I remember both of us attacking one another like a pair of drunken, wild animals once we arrived to his apartment. And then I remember waking up naked, with one of his arms wrapped around me and lipstick smeared across his chest and face." Rey cringed, remembering the sheer moments of panic that occurred the first few seconds. She had hurriedly changed, finding her clothes all the way in the kitchen. Curiously enough all her actual articles of clothing hadn't been found. "The only thing a blur really is when..."

"You jumped on his pony?" Candice beat her to it, biting back a smile especially when Danielle stared at her disapprovingly.

"Believe it or not, we actually sang that song." Rey answered, her tone dropping before staring at both of her friends. "I'm so fucked."

"Yeah well..." Danielle tried to find actually words to answer her back, anything really to comfort before giving up and shrugging. "You really are freshly fucked."

And they all fell into soft laughs of giggles. One of which laughed at the idiocy of her life.