#dig-downdeep

As they came out of the movies it was pouring rain. Asher started laughing, “I guess you were right about bring an umbrella.” Asher replied as he took off his jacket and used it as cover as the two ran to the car. Asher hopped into the passenger's seat throwing his jacket in the back. He rubbed his hands together trying to heat them up, Asher’s wet clothes had him freezing. Once the car heated up Asher relaxed in his seat, completely forgetting about putting on his seatbelt. He stared outside watching the lightning light up the sky while Taylor drove them home. Asher loved heavy rain storms, especially at night, something about them were so calming to the guy. He reached over and held on to Taylor’s free hand. “What did you think about the movie,” he asked taking his eyes off of the window and turning towards Taylor with a smile. 

They pulled up to a red light sitting as they waited for it to turn green. Asher was about to ask Taylor if he want to pick something up to cook for dinner or just order in when he felt his body jerk forward smashing through their front window. All Asher could feel was the rain hitting him before everything went black. A bigger truck had slammed into the back of the car. 

yells at the other for leaving wet towels on the bed

Taylor.  

whines when the other forgets what they wanted after going grocery shopping

Asher is forgetful, so Taylor sometimes whines about it.

leaves five half drank bottles of water in their room

I’m going to go with Taylor, and it drives Asher crazy. 

initiates a quickie while at somewhere they shouldn’t

Asher. Without a doubt Asher. 

surprises the other with their favorite fast food for dinner

Taylor. 

is massively hungover after celebrating their anniversary

Both.

argues for double stuffed Oreos over regular

Asher.

buys $200 worth of baby things after finding out they’re expecting

Asher, he’ll go way overboard for things for their first kid. 

insists that they each get their own popcorn at the cinema

@dig-downdeep

Tacy rolled over with a pained groan as the morning sun glared against her closed eye lids. A loud pulsing slammed against her brain as she moved, causing hands to fly to her face. What on earth made her head hurt like this? Acid burned in her chest and throat, her stomach churned uncomfortably. What on earth had she done the night before? Tacy groaned again as she slowly opened one eye. Her gaze looked about to only cause more confusion. Where was she? The girl moved in bed, though she stopped in a curled ball. The sheets felt so heavenly soft against her skin. Wait…soft against her skin…. Tacy quickly lifted the sheets and blankets to notice she was mostly bare. Her flesh was missing all but her bra and panties. Why was she bare? Tacy looked up at the body she just figured out was beside her. A freckled shoulder poked out of the sheets. Her heart stopped. She was mostly bare in bed with Cat. The quick way she moves as she falls out of bed onto the floor makes everything worse. Now, not only does her body hurt but now the world is spinning. What the hell did they do? Her gaze flits about frantically as she looked for clues. That’s when the light catches on a piece of fake gold on the ring finger of her left hand. Eyes turn wide as globes as her mouth opens. “What the fuck!” Comes flying out of the usually quiet mouth as “mouses” heart starts beating erratically. The girl jumps into the bed to shake her friend by the shoulders. “Cat!” She nearly squeals as she panics. Her mind flashes images of them drinking. That’s when the small girl tumbles to the floor to scramble to the bathroom in a mix of all fours and actual walking, more like running. She barely hits the tile on her knees before she is hugging the toilet, her body ridding itself of the toxin from the night before.

Under the influence of substances, Cathiele always slept heavily - there were never any dreams, no waking in the middle of the night, and when she was bothered in the morning, she was hard-pressed to wake. Given that, when Tacy attempted to wake her, a groan immediately sounded, and with that came a slew of swears as she yanked a pillow into place, covering her head and shaking off the touch as best as her body could manage. Normally, Cat could avoid hangovers pretty easily - she took care of her body, kept herself hydrated, and before heading out for a night, took prescription strength pain killers (as best as she could recall, she’d ‘borrowed’ them after her father had gotten dental work done and didn’t need them anymore, and it never occurred to her that there could be complications from mixing alcohol and drugs. As it was, nothing had ever happened, so she didn’t go out of her way to remind herself that it could potentially be unhealthy). “Shut up, oh my god.”

A slight thump met her, then the sound of retching, and despite her many attempts to ignore it, it only got louder. “Man, you’re so fucking gross. 's just alcohol.” But it had been her first time drinking. At the thought, Cathiele shifted to rub the sleep out of her eyes. Her contacts burned unforgivably, but they went ignored as she shifted to sit up. It seemed that they were in her bedroom, and judging by the slight mess, no one had had enough sense to at least pretend they weren’t drunk. Everywhere she looked, she saw a new mess - her make-up were scattered and painted across the mirror and dresser, lotions and powders were spilled needlessly, books and notebooks were entirely out of place, and clothes hung from every surface. Some, she recognized as her own, but those... yeah, those were definitely Tacy’s.

Cat: say I decided that I wouldn't have sex with you for a few weeks.

cat: did you know your name means 'dark'? as in evil?

The sides of Ang's mouth quirk in amusement. "Why?" she says, in the contrary tone a child might take. "Do you want me to?"

Ang's brows, thin and streamlined, hop. Her mouth tightly purses. Should she tell him that's not true? Shall she describe to him that little flutter in her stomach she would get each time she had goods to take to the market? Should she tell him she's had a certain soft spot for him since meeting? How about the way she smiles at him when all she really wants to do is touch him? "Is that so?" she says, musing. "Well, thank you for dictating my own feelings to me. However would I feel if you weren't here to clear that up for me?"