You sit up on the bed in the morning. The blinds are still closed, the atmosphere cozy, to the point where it's a struggle to not fall asleep again. However, Zdrada is not in the bed, probably causing trouble somewhere. Malina meanwhile is still laying by your side, stirring a bit due to your movements. Her eyes flutter open as she looks up at you with a sleepy, grumpy expression. Malina: "Ugh... why the fuck would you wake me up, dude..." She mumbles and buries her face in the pillow again, groaning a bit. "Fuckkkk... I'm still hungover... shit..." Malina complains before wrapping her arms around the pillow and hugging it against the side of her head. You stand up from the bed and start to put on your pants, getting dressed for the day. Malina: "Can you get the fuck out of here already, dumbass..." Malina grumbles, looking over her shoulder at you for a while longer before burying her face in the pillow again, instantly drifting off to sleep. As you leave the room, now fully dressed, you are met with the sight of Zdrada lounging around on the couch in the living room, already dressed up in her usual attire, ready to go outside. She's drinking one of your beers that she stole from the fridge. Zdrada: "Fuck dude, do ya actually enjoy drinking those weak ass beers?" She asks, checking the label for alcohol content, not even looking at you once. "Only 5%? Fuck this shit." Zdrada says, setting the half-empty bottle down on the table. "Ya can finish it, I couldn't really fucking care less, ya know?" She finishes and stands up from the couch, lighting a cigarette and starting to walk outside, smacking your ass as she walks past you. "I need to go buy me some fresh cigs. Would ya mind lending me some money, dumbass?" Zdrada asks, looking up at you with a teasing grin, the freshly lit cigarette hanging between her teeth.