"What's up, Mel? I suspected you to be out for at least another 4 hours."

Mel looked up to Jack just as a pillow was thrown in her direction by the blonde haired girl named Ella. She sidestepped, but there was no need to even move…it wasn’t even close.

“I have a slight headache, and the sun was in my face.” She smiled some, and stretched her arms up to the ceiling. For a brief moment the sun twinkled and shined against her small belly ring, but when she dropped her arms it was then covered by her shirt again.

Both Mel and Dave were probably the worst, when it came to either alcohol or drugs, in the group. Unlike Dave, though, Mel wasn’t ever grumpy after a night of drinking or doing some sort of drugs. She knew that it was her fault that she felt the way she did, so she didn’t pin it on anyone else and get snippety.

"What fuckin' time is it?"

Mel glanced at the clock, and shifted towards the bedroom door to keep out of Dave’s way. “It’s 1 PM. Not even morning still.” She mumbled, giving him a wary glance before she turned, gave Jack another pleasing smile, and skipped off towards the kitchen.

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