The Next Morning…
I was standing inside the kitchen, making tea for both of us. Marika was still upstairs, the girl was too tired after what happened last night… hehe.
But don't blame me though, she was the one who came onto me, I just reciprocated my feelings, now is that a crime?
With my bizarre thoughts in mind, time passed as I threw away another poisonous mistake and begin a new one… this one is bound to be a success, at least a reasonable one.
"Argh…" I hear Marika's groan and look out to see her carefully walking down through the stairs. Her gait was curved and her legs shaking with each step.
"Morning hot mama, how's the morning going for you?" I get out and ask with a big smile.
Marika turned to me, her already emotionless eyes becoming strained, "Really? Do I have to utter it out for you?"
"Wouldn't hurt to."
"It really would." Marika said before continuing to come down slowly, "The alcohol's finally turning up and I would appreciate it if you didn't talk too much."
