V.III Respite
"Good night, Alexa."

The P.E. teacher stood slack-jawed as the rapid-fire rebuttal of her clearly annoyed friend shut her down every step of the way. Heather's replies were laced with more vitriol and exhaustion the more the redhead cut her off, probably due to what looked like a massive hangover if how the redhead reacted to her was anything to go by.

"It's not even noon yet."

Alexa sighed to herself as she let herself out of the admittedly small bedroom. It would've been nice to get a bit more info out of her unconscious colleague, but she knew when to not push boundaries.

Taking both the letter and the unopened box with her to the small apartment's living room, the brunette relaxed on the faded couch located right in front of the small TV in the center of the room. It was quite a spacious joint, now that she thought about it. Wonder wh
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