𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐂 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ! [ rhysand ]

𝐯𝐢. drunken memories !

𝐂 𝐎 𝐒 𝐌 𝐈 𝐂   𝐋 𝐎 𝐕 𝐄   !

𝙲 𝙷 𝙰 𝙿 𝚃 𝙴 𝚁   𝚂 𝙸 𝚇   !

( 𝔡𝔯𝔲𝔫𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 ! )

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⬩❖⬩ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

          "𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐇𝐎𝐋 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐒."

Ana sat at the dining table in the townhouse, a mug of steaming tea sitting before her as well as a banana. Mor was across from her, her head resting in her hands as the two tried to piece together their memories from the night before. They could both remember arriving to Rita's and talking to Sol, but after their second drink, everything became a blur of happiness and giggles. Hell, Ana and Mor could've fucked and they wouldn't know. Sol hadn't been playing around when she'd given them her strongest drink.

"No, hangovers suck," Ana muttered. "Alcohol is great."

A masculine chuckle came from the doorway, both girls barely glancing up to see the three winged men entering the room. Cassian was grinning like an idiot. "Had a bit too much fun last night, did you?"

"If my head didn't feel like it had gone five rounds with Muhammad Ali, I would kick your ass to the mortal lands," Ana said, holding up her middle finger at the laughing male. 

Mor hummed. "I have no clue who that is, but I agree." 

Azriel and Cassian took a seat at the table while Rhys moved to stand behind Ana, his hands landing on her shoulders, fingers messaging the knots from them. Ana leaned into his hold, the pain in her head slowly fading into an annoying pulse. 

"Good morning to you, too," Cassian said, grabbing some toast and tea for himself. "What did you two even drink last night?"

Mor shrugged. "Something along the lines of 'seductive rose' or 'enchanting peony' or something. It was pink and it worked fast and it made me happy, but now I want to kill it."

"I'll help." Ana sipped her tea, allowing it to settle her stomach. "By the angel, I can't remember what we did last night. But judging by the lipstick stains on my cheeks when I woke up, I made out with someone. I just don't know who."

Rhys's hands stilled on her shoulders, his body going stiff behind her. If her head hadn't hurt, she would've turned and checked on him, but any movement made her want to hurl.