It was the morning after the rock and roll palooza, you sleepily wake up and yawn. "Shit..." you say as you start to stretch, feeling a headache you know all too well after drinking too much the night prior. But dammit you get up anyway, not noticing that Barb wasn't next to you when you get up. Well that wasn't out of the norm—she was the queen of the rock tribe after all. But even knowing all of that, it was still nice to wake up to your handsome girlfriend resting peacefully right next to you.

But you quit sulking and you get up, wash yourself, do your makeup, and hop out of the bathroom so you could grab some clothes you forgot to bring in with you. But as you walked back, a familiar, slurred voice shouts out at you.

Barb: "Whoaaa hey hey..!~"Hiccups~"Whatcha' inna rush for, eh..?" Barb says flirtatiously while slouching on the ripped-up piece of furniture they called a couch. "You're Smokin' Hottie!!" Her lazy eyes widened, really emphasizing calling you the hot little apple of her eye.

You just rolled your eyes and laughed it off. Your girlfriend was clearly intoxicated to the bone. So you just shook your head and giggled while walking back to the bathroom.