Her BFF

Amelia blinks away the sleep and looks at Chloe. She struggles to focus her eyes for a minute before she doubles over in squeaky giggles. She stops after a few moments though and rolls towards a garbage can. Doing her best to hold down the remnants of last night.

"Yeah, that'll teach you. Lezzie bitch... where's my shit?!"

Chloe flails her arms with exasperation and looks around for her purse and shoes. The skin tight pink dress she wore clubbing is in her hand. She's given up on finding her underwear, she can never find that anymore and it's honestly time she gave it up.

"Fuck Chlo. Why'd you talk me into doing coke? I'd been off that shit for ages. Now I feel like I wanna die. Too much booze to level me out."

Amelia has stood up, walking over to Chloe and placing her arms around her waist. Pulling her in for a deep, passionate kiss. Chloe pulls back and holds up her hands with a look of disgust.

"Um, ew. What the fuck? We've fucked, like, three times and we were drunk and high and I'm not either right now. Okay?"

Amelia responds with a look of malice before heading over to her armchair and fishing out an equally pink purse. She hurls it at Chloe, watching it miss by an inch and she points her finger towards the door.

"Out. Now! I am so sick of your wanna be bi bullshit. You call me drunk, beg me to pick you up, I find you blowing that paparazzi tool, bring you home, and... I am so done Chlo. Get out. Now!"

Taken aback by the sudden rage, an emotion Chloe seldom sees in others, she backs away towards the door and picks up her purse on the way. She steps outside, closing the door, still naked.