4 Apocalypse Avenue; The Apartment [ 02/16 ].

[perfectmissyork]

Charlotte York was not a happy camper. Spending the evening thinking you were some random slut ho bag was bad enough; the fact that it was a slut ho bag that she knew made it even worse. And Samantha didn't even have to decency to remember what her ex-husband looked like! Oh, she knew Samantha never really cared much about that sort of thing, but

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[pieandcoffee]

Sometime in the mid-morning, Dale returned home to check in on Charlotte and did his best to quietly enter the apartment so as not to aggravate any hangover symptoms.

Unfortunately that did not stop Ms. Taylor from barking happily as he entered.

"Shhh! Quiet sweetie," Dale said quietly before walking towards the couch. "How are you feeling, dear?"

[perfectmissyork]

For once, Charlotte was really hating how the acoustics in this place worked. She let out a groan, pillow going over her head as if that could stop the excited barks from reverberating back and forth inside of it. Another groan, this one whimpering, started the answer to Dale's question.

"I'm never drinking again," she declared. Which was very, very false, but it seemed like a good idea at the moment.

[pieandcoffee]

Dale smiled and leaned over to pull back the pillow and giver her a kiss on the forehead.

"You need anything? Water? Aspirin?"

[perfectmissyork]

"Brain transplant?" Charlotte suggested hopefully, giving Dale a weak but appreciative smile for the kiss.

One that wasn't going whomp-whomp-whomp every second would be nice.