Adore was in the middle of downing shots at the bar when her phone vibrated in her pocket. After messily reaching for it, the device slipped though her fingers, tumbling down to the floor.
“God I wish Bianca was here to pick this up for me” Adore thought as she stumbled off the stool and crouched down, feeling around on the sticky floor for her phone. “Where is Bianca anywa- oh fuck.” Adore panicked, as she picked up her phone and saw a text from Bianca on the screen.
Willow: Guess you’re not coming back tonight. Hope you had fun with all your FRIENDS!*insert alcoholic drink emojis*
“Bianf Im so sorey i come baxk noe” Adore typed out in a rush, slamming some random bills down on the counter before stumbling toward the exit of the bar.
On the short walk back to the hotel, Adore had time to put her thoughts together, as together as her drunken brain would let her, that is. How could she have lost track of time like this? She was supposed to meet Bianca back at their shared hotel room at midnight so they could spend some quality time together before they would have to part ways tomorrow. She checked her phone again. It was currently 2am. Another text from Bianca simply reading “Don’t bother.” also showed on the screen.
She really fucked up. Not only had she missed out on quality Bianca time, but once she reached the door of their room the realization hit her that she had also forgotten her room key.
After trying the handle, only to find it locked, Adore knocked a few times and waited. To her dismay, she was met with silence.
She tried knocking again to no avail.
“B?” She whispered, leaning against the door. “Can you let me in? I lost m’key.”
No response. By now, Adore was growing frustrated. Bianca had texted her less than 10 minutes before and she knew the older queen never fell asleep this fast, which could only mean one thing…she was ignoring her.
That assumption was very correct. Bianca was indeed still awake, listening to every word from where she was laying comfortably in their hotel bed. Was she being immature for not letting the younger queen in? Probably. But was she going to open the door for her at any point tonight? Absolutely not. If Adore wanted to be irresponsible and spend her night drinking instead of following through on their plans, then she could find her own place to sleep.
“I know you’re not fucking sleeping! Open the door!” Adore whisper-yelled, a bit too loudly. The alcohol in her system was quickly excelling her frustration to a level she didn’t know how to contain.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now!?” Adore continued, resorting to kicking the door with the toe of her sparkly doc marten boot.
After being met with more silence, angry tears started welling in her eyes.
“C’mon Bianca! This is my room too! You can’t just leave me out here!” Adore whined, voice breaking.
“Don’t do this to me…” she sobbed, falling to her knees as her drunken state wouldn’t allow her to stand anymore.
After being met with silence yet again, Adore shifted to curl up on her side on the dirty hotel carpet, continuing to sob loudly.
A short while later, a familiar presence entered the hallway.
“Adore? What’s happened?” The Australian accent asked with worry.
Adore removed her hands from her mascara-streaked face and looked up to see Courtney kneeling in front of her.
“Bianca hates me!” she cried, sitting up and throwing her arms around Courtney.
“I’m sure that’s not true Adorm, why do you think that?” The blonde asked, rubbing her back.
“C-Cause she’s mad at me and she won’t let me in and I’m a fuck up and-and-“ Adore explained, working herself up into hysterics again.
“Hey, it’s okay….breathe….breathe…” Courtney coaxed, guiding the dark haired queen through some deep breaths.
“How bout you stay in my room tonight and we can deal with Bianca tomorrow, okay?” The Aussie offered, helping Adore stand up.
Adore nodded and wiped her nose, allowing Courtney to basically carry her down the hall to her room.
Once in the room, Courtney guided Adore to bed. After downing a bottle of water, Adore had passed out, leaving Courtney awake to send one simple text to Bianca.
“You’re babysitting this hangover in the morning. Not me.” She sent, attaching a picture of the sleeping queen next to her. With that, Courtney switched off the lamp and went to sleep.
*the next morning*
Adore could feel the nausea coming on before she was fully awake. She rolled over and groaned, trying to ignore it, fearing that her head might actually explode if she had to open her eyes to make a run for the bathroom.
She managed to drift off for about 5 more minutes before her stomach lurched dangerously and she absolutely HAD to get up and make that dreaded run for the bathroom.
Halfway through vomiting up all the alcohol she had consumed the night before, she felt a hand brushing her hair back and holding it out of her face.
When she was finished, Adore whimpered miserably, resting her forehead on the cool porcelain bowl, feeling awful and gross.
“You’re okay…” Said a gravely voice from behind her.
The voice didn’t belong to Courtney like she had expected. Instead she turned to see that it was Bianca who had been holding her hair back. Adore froze and fought back the urge to vomit again as the memory of last nights events came back to her.
“What are you doing here?” Adore croaked, feeling slightly embarrassed of how rough her voice sounded.
“Courtney told me you were here.”
“Yeah, but like what are you doing…here?” Adore asked, motioning to where they were seated on the bathroom floor.
“Helping you?” Bianca stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Thought you were mad at me…” Adore said, turning back towards the toilet as another wave of nausea came over her.
“Mad? No. Disappointed? Very.” Bianca replied, pulling Adore’s hair back once again.
“M’sorry….” Adore mumbled when she was finished.
“I just wanted to spend time with you. We’re not gonna see each other for what, 2 months after this?” Bianca admitted, handing Adore a bit of toilet paper to wipe her face with. “So when you stayed out to drink, something you can do on any other night, it was just really disappointing since we already had plans, you know?”
“I know…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I really did plan on coming back but then I lost track of time and-“ Adore cut herself off to clear her dry throat. “Can you get me some water please?” She asked with a pout.
Without a word, Bianca exited the bathroom and returned moments later with a bottle of water.
“Thanks” Adore told her, chugging half of it before continuing. “I lost track of time, and I know that’s a shitty excuse but I’d never do that to you on purpose. I’ve been trying to not drink so much lately but last night was just….yeah. I’m sorry.”
“Mistakes happen, I get it.” Bianca said, pulling Adore in against her side for a hug. Adore rested her head on the older queens shoulder and they sat like that for a bit.
“I can’t believe you were gonna make me sleep in the fucking hallway” Adore half-joked a few minutes later.
“I can.” Bianca deadpanned, holding back a laugh. The situation suddenly becoming funny now that everything was okay between them. “Now can we get off this floor? Courtney and I brought breakfast.”
“Only if you let me borrow your key so I can go brush my teeth.” Adore said with a smirk.
Bianca handed said item over to Adore. “You better not lose it. Otherwise we’ll both be sleeping in the hallway.”