Sunlight streamed from the window through the small slit in the curtains. August's eyes fluttered open. There was a weight leaning against him. He glanced to the side and smiled. Frankie was asleep, slumped against his arm. His smile disappeared as he remembered the night before. "Frankie, wake up."
Frankie groaned, shifting slightly. "Whaaaaaa?"
"You need to check on your mom," he said, shoving her off of him with a decent amount of gentleness. "I gotta check on my parents. Remember?"
"Right." She mumbled, rubbing her eyes and running a hand through her hair.
He pushed himself to his feet, hurrying down the hall. "Mom? Mom?" She was by the coffee pot. She turned to face him, her face appearing surprisingly normal, albeit tired and worn. "Hey, Gus," she greeted, yawning. "God, I can't remember a thing. Guess that party went sideways."
"What…?" he said, gazing at her with wide eyes.
She stayed behind him, blinking wildly. "Um… morning Mrs. Middlton."
"Morning, dear," she said with a natural smile, "Stayed the night, did you? How's your cold?" She glanced at both of them, clearly trying to insinuate something happened between them.
"Better, ma'am, thanks to a whole lotta meds." She said, smiling obliviously.
She smirked, nodding. "Of course, dear. Modern medicine is a miracle." She held up a bottle of tylenol. "For example, this puts a slight dent in the hangover headache I've got."
(bump?)
((Sorry, I was away and had some crazy stuff happen before I left and forgot to tell you))
Frankie nodded, forcing a smile. "Yep!"
(do ya wanna just….let this die… because its lowkey really hard to keep it going with one sentence/one word of dialogue that doesn't prompt responses)