One Hell Of A Hangover

[Taylor Mitchell]

Taylor slowly made her way into the local coffee shop and leant her head on the table. She had been out clubbing with some of the guys from work (The mechanics, not the tattooists) late into the night and was now paying the price. When asked by the man behind the counter, what can I do for you today ma'am? She replied quickly and quietly. "Turn the bloomin' sun off would you? And a coffee, Black."

Taylor then stood up and walked to the darkest corner in the whole place, sat down, and returned her head to the table. She would be fine once she had her coffee, the hangovers never lasted that long, they were just horrible while they were there.

 

[Harley Aria]

Harley sat with her head in her hands, in a sunless part of the cafe. A regular customer at this cafe, the man had already had her coffee ready for her when she walked in. She had grunted a thanks to him before making her way to the table. Harley knew she must have had a fantastic night if she couldn't remember much of it, and if she had a hangover this bad. All she remembered was dancing - something she loved to do. She knew that the memories would eventually come back to her, but she couldn't care less about them this morning.
She opened her eyes to find a young lady walking towards the same area she was at before resting her head on the table. Harley laughed quietly to herself, recognizing the signs of a hang over. She rested her head on her hand looking at the woman before asking, "Good night out?"