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The drinks were beautifully presented. The pink cosmopolitan drink sat in a triangular glass, with a curled lemon strip resting against the rim of the glass.
The daiquiri was more of a slushy drink. It was a bright colored, coral drink with sugar and a strawberry along the rim of the glass.
Blair got the same two drinks I did, along with another unique blue drink.
They were very enjoyable, although the rest of the night was a blur, prior to finishing my drinks.
Once it was finally time to leave, Simon and I said our goodbyes to Soap and Blair, while he held my arm, leading me out the bar. I felt a small strain in my head while sitting down in the car.
The drive back to Simons house was short and I felt dizzy.
"Are you alright?" Simon gives me a quick glance, speaking in a low, concerned tone.
"I'm fine, I just- don't think I handle liquor well." I admit, rubbing my head with my palm.
"Ah. You're a lightweight." I hear a slight chuckle, underneath his mask.
I playfully roll my eyes at his remark, lying my head against the armrest, eventually dozing off into a slumber.
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I awoke in a bed, sunlight kissing my skin through the window. The comforter on top of me was black, and satin. The room was fairly empty, just the large bed I was in, high ceilings with a fan above me, and a few doors which I assumed to be the door to the room, a closet, and maybe a bathroom; and a black dresser.
I was still in my dress from last night, but there was a a hoodie overtop of it, that wasn't mine.
There were two nightstands beside the bed as-well. A small, white bottle of painkillers, and a water bottle sat on the one nearest to me. I turn the lid, shaking out two small blue pills into my palm, swallowing them with water.
The door opens shortly after, revealing Simon, who wore an outfit similar to the ones he leaves for work in.
"You're up." He greets me, grabbing something off of his dresser.
"Hi... what happened last night?" I query, sliding my fingers through my hair.
"You fell asleep in my car... and I let you sleep in here since you had a headache." He explains, sliding his hands into his pockets.
I look down at myself, then back up at him.
"Did we do anything...?" I furrow my eyebrows, truly perturbed.
This results in a slight chuckle from him.
"If we did anything, you would know." I hear the smirk in his voice.
I blush at this, breaking eye contact with him.
"I'll be back in about two hours.. You can go back to sleep if you'd like." He attempts to be comforting. "Do you need anything?"
"No, Thank you though." I smile at him, watching as he left the room, shutting the door behind him.
I lie back down, sending Genevieve a quick text about my night, hoping she'd reply, before falling asleep again in the comfort of Simon's bed.
