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When Ro woke up the next morning, they wondered about the
Doctor Who
poster hanging on the wall above the bed. Only gradually did the memory of last evening's events set in, along with a headache and burning thirst.
They turned their head and caught sight of Laura, apparently still sleeping off her bender. She was lying on her side, facing Ro, and the blanket had slipped half off her. They enjoyed the sight of her once more. The pretty round face, its forehead slightly furrowed in sleep, the full round breasts with the dark aureolae, the curved line of her side from ribs to hip and the flat stomach. Then the thirst became overwhelming. Ro needed water. And a coffee afterwards.
As quietly as possible they got out of bed and put on the boxers that were still lying on the floor. Then they slipped out of the room and into the hall. The house was silent. The door of Alina's room was slightly ajar. Apparently she was up already. They went briefly into their own room, grabbed a T-shirt and put it on on the way downstairs.
Downstairs they looked around for Alina, but couldn't spot her anywhere. With a pang of worry, they wondered if she had even come home after the party. But their mobile phone was still in Laura's room, so they couldn't check now whether Alina had texted or called.
Ro went over to the kitchen counter, filled a glass at the tap and emptied it in a few gulps. Then they filled the kettle and put coffee powder in the French Press. When the water boiled, they poured the coffee and sat down at the kitchen table. The sound of bare feet on the floor echoed, then Laura came into the living room. She was wearing pyjama bottoms and a T-shirt and looked like someone who had just woken up hungover does.
"Morning," Ro said.
"Morning," she groaned, rubbing her face. She came over, sat down at the table and put a packet of headache tablets on it.
"Water?" asked Ro.
She nodded.
They went to the kitchen sink and filled another glass. "Coffee?"
Laura nodded again and Ro returned with a cup and the glass of water.
"Thanks," Laura grumbled, gulping down a tablet with half the water and pouring herself some coffee.
"How are you?" inquired Ro.
She shrugged and sipped her coffee. Then her eyes widened in horror and she looked at Ro. "Oh God, we didn't-"
Ro shook their head. "No."
"Thank goodness," she sighed in relief.
"Well, thank you," Ro replied dryly.
She buried her face in her hands. "I don't mean it like that."
"I know," Ro said, "I'm just teasing you a bit. It was just..."
"Not the right time," Laura finished the sentence.
"Exactly."
She took another sip of coffee and set the cup down. "All right. What happened last night?"
Ro gave her a brief rundown. When they recounted what she had said on the way home, she blushed, and when she heard what had happened when Ro had put her to bed, she buried her face in her hands again. "Well fantastic. So I completely embarrassed myself. At least you didn't take advantage of me, Ro. Thanks."
"I never would have thought of that!" they protested. "And as for the rest, I thought it was rather sweet and very flattering the way you confessed your feelings to me."
"For heaven's sake," she groaned, "Well, done is done. What are we going to do now?"
"Netflix and chill?" asked Ro.
She shook her head with a slight grin. "You're impossible."
"I mean hang out and wait for the hangover to pass."
"I know, but that's not what I mean. What is it between us?"
"What's supposed to be between is? Nothing happened, did it?"
"Well. But you know now that I have a crush on you."
Ro was silent for a moment. Then they said, "It's not like we have to sort it out today."
Laura nodded.
"Have you heard from Alina?", Ro changed the subject.
"No. Is she not there?"
"It doesn't look like it. Did she come home yesterday?"
"Don't ask me. I didn't notice anything."
"True."
Laura got up, went to the entrance hall for a moment and came back. "Her shoes from yesterday are there, but another pair is missing."
"That means she's out of the house again," Ro said. "Do you have any idea where?"
"Nah. Maybe to the library?"
"On a Sunday?" asked Ro.
Laura shrugged, then refilled her coffee. "So. Netflix and chill?"