Isn't there a pill for this? [OTA, tag Tim]

[wannabeimprtant]

Tyra sat at one of the tables in the cafe, not really caring that she was halfway through her shift. She'd been throwing up all morning, and generally feeling like shit. It had been one of the few nights she'd stayed over at Tim's, but as soon as she'd started feeling sick, she'd collected her things and left. She actually couldn't remember a time

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[texas33forever]

Tim pushed his way into the cafe and sauntered up the counter. He leaned on it and tried to catch the chick's attention behind it. "Hey, is Tyra here? Can ya' tell her I'm takin' Street t'the beach with a sixer?" he said. He wasn't sure where Tyra had gone that morning. He was too hungover to think about her disappearing. She said she wants to do this shit and then runs off? Tim wasn't sure he could keep up with her changing her mind all the time.

[wannabeimprtant]

"I'm over here," Tyra growled out as she attempted to stand up from the booth, but it didn't really work and she just fell back down again. "Just turn that tight butt around."

[texas33forever]

Tim turned around and threw his hand up. "Why ya' pissin' off in the mornin's again? Ya' ain't very consistent, ya' know. I dunno what ya' wantin' from me. Ya' say one thing and do somethin' else," he told her in frustration. "Six's chick ain't gettin' out in the mornin' on his ass."

[wannabeimprtant]

Tyra rest her head in her hand, looking up at Tim tiredly as another wave of nausea rolled around inside her stomach. She really wasn't up to the fighting, but when she was feeling like this, she was cranky anyway. "Pretty sure Jason's girl doesn't wake him up by pukin' in his face. Figured you wouldn't wanna deal with it. I was tryin' to save ya from dealin' with this part a little early on."