BR - Beth's Home Part 1

You don’t sleep terribly, despite everything. Beth doesn’t puke, although she does look awful in the morning as she morosely drags herself to the bathroom. That leaves you to wait your turn, wondering what’s in store for you on this trip and what is going on with this house.

It’s so weird. It’s not just that it’s foreign to you. Yes, the narrow hallways, creaky floors and weird design—that’s all odd, but it’s also Beth and her mom.

Beth doesn’t dress very flashily or anything, but it’s noticeable, at least compared to you, that she wears expensive clothes. They’re… practical because she is a serious athlete, but still a bit luxurious to your eye. It’s noticeable when she’s lounging in perfect athleisure or when you’re getting hot and heavy and you’re pulling her panties down. They’re usually not overtly fancy, just some kind of colored hipster cuts, but whenever you touch them they feel expensive.

Beth’s mom is the same way. Understated, but quietly glamourous, at least in her style choices. It feels like they’re well off, but living in a place like this? It’s not exactly poor, not that you know anything about English real estate, but… something’s strange about all this. Not all rich people have to show it off or live in mansions, but it just bothers you.

Beth sullenly emerges from the bathroom, and you dive in for a hot shower after sleeping in your clothes. After you’re clean, you can hear Beth’s mom downstairs. She must be cooking. That means it’s at least safe to be naked, so you go back to Beth’s room to dry off. There, she’s sitting on her bed in a hungover stupor. She doesn’t even spare a glance for you, but you know that feeling. You’ve drunk too much a time or two yourself.

“I need tea,” she announces, standing up and shuffling out of the room. You’re a bit chilly, but Beth must be used to it. You quickly dress and follow her downstairs, finding Beth gazing sadly at the table.

Her mother has cooked what appears to be an impressive meal. It looks and smells very weird, and possibly a little gross, but real cooking has happened here. It’s not like frozen waffles or something. Is that fish? What in the world?

“Good morning, Riley,” Beth’s mom chirps, pouring hot water from a kettle into cups.

“We’re leaving,” Beth announces abruptly.

“What?” you say. “Good morning.”

But Beth is already steering you toward the front door. You don’t even have your phone.

“Beth,” her mom calls after you.

“Riley doesn’t want to eat that,” Beth replies, still pushing.

“She’s probably never had one,” her mom protests. “I thought she’d like to try it.”

“She doesn’t want it,” Beth assures her. And you’re out the door.

“Where are we going?” you ask, feeling so lost. You’ve been awake for twenty minutes and already this. Straight into the awkwardness.