Delilah

Delilah walked into the kitchen with an unsteady gait, steadying herself with a hand on the wall until she practically collapsed against the counter. Just how much did she drink last night?! With a limp, quiet groan, she reached for a glass of water that she left out while she was drunk for this very situation – but a sip revealed that it was vodka. "Fuck you, drunk me," Delilah mumbled, stumbling to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. "Worst fucking morning of my life... should just stay in bed." She walked into the living room to sit down and nurse her water, but stopped in the entryway. Why were all the framed photos on the floor? And covered in lipstick marks, no less? "Fuck you, drunk me!" She hissed, lips curling into a frustrated snarl as she hurriedly put the pictures back where they belonged. Some of the lipsticks were on the photos themselves though - and these are fucking polaroids! She can't just print more! "Fuck, fuck! God damn it!" That's it. All plans are cancelled for today. Delilah stormed out of the kitchen towards आप's room, sliding under his covers without a hint of pretext. "Today's a lazy day in, big man," she murmured to him as he awoke, a hand on his chest so he couldn't sit up. "Cancel your plans if you have any. We're not leaving this damn house."