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“Woof woof” I snuggle deeper into my pillows. When the barks fail. Something with blunt claws starts digging at my arm. I turn my head toward the thing, eyes still closed. “Wooof” the louder bark forces me to open my eyes, squinting at my dog who's face is extremely close to mine. A wet tongue licks my face. I sit up wiping my face frantically and his tail wags having successfully woken his owner.
I look at the clocks angry red letters reading 2.50am, I look back at Doc with a wtf face. I’ve only been asleep for an hour, paper work keeping me awake way past an ideal bed time. Running a company isn’t easy and demands sacrifices, such as sleep and a proper diet.
“Do you want to go out?” I croakily ask Doc, his tail speeds up and he turns to the door ready to run to the back door.
“Ok ok,” I get up slipping a robe and slippers on. Doc runs to the back door, sitting close to the door body shaking with the force of his tail.
I open the door and he races to the water bowl, kept outside due to his messy drinking. He gets his fill and sniffs around to find the best spot on the lawn to use as the bathroom. I leave him to it going to the kitchen to get myself some water.
I scroll on my phone checking my emails. 10 minutes have past since I let Doc out and he still hasn’t come back in. I worry slightly.
“Doc!” I call and when he doesn’t come running I go check on him.
I walk to the back door peaking out and see some random blonde women patting him.
“Hey!!” I yell in alarm hobbling in my slippers outside to confront the defiant woman.
She still hasn’t looked up from patting Docs belly, so I try again.
“Hey, what do you think you are doing!” She looks up from Doc with a dopey expression, straightening up and wobbling on the spot. Oh yay a drunk wannabe criminal.
She mumbles something so I get a little closer.
“What?” I ask expecting her to answer my question.
“Dawgs arrrreee te bestestestedss,” and then she bends over vomiting on my slippers. My face twist into one of disgust. She straightens up burping, face paling even more and I take a step back avoiding the vomit this time. She isn’t as lucky most of it getting on her shirt.
When she is done she sways, dangerously close to passing out and mumbling gibberish.
I wrinkle up my nose.
“Do you need me to call a cab?” Surprisingly I find myself offering, unsure the reason and not knowing why I just don’t call the cops. Maybe its the innocent sad expression she is giving me.
She looks blank shrugging and mumbling more nonsense, that know sounds more like another language.
Chewing my lip watching her for a moment, I sigh, I can’t just let her get in a cab in this condition and decide to help her instead.
I step around the vomit puddle. I reach for her arm, slowly to give her enough time to reject the help. When no bad reaction occurs, I start leading her to the house when she settles most of her weight on me.
She pauses alarmed and I almost let her go thinking I have done something wrong.
“Ba te dooggo,” or something like that is mumbled in my ear and I wince at the vomit smell.
“He is coming to,” I softly tell her, basically dragging her into the house.
Doc follows happily behind once he gets bored of the vomit.
I get to the back door shedding the vomit covered slippers, planning on throwing them out in the morning and wincing at the splash that has gone onto my pants.
Once inside I let go of the woman who I still don’t know the name of. She sways like a tree in a wind storm, I hurry to get a face washer to clean her up with and a new shirt to dress her in.
I set her on a kitchen chair and she pitches sideways and I catch her just in time before she hits the floor. I quickly clean her face, and fight her out of the top and swiftly putting the new one on.
Face red I lead her to the couch, placing a bin by her head on the floor and giving her a pillow and blanket. Last minute adding a bottle of water and pain meds.
Doc stays with the blonde laying on the floor.
Finally after a quick shower and change of clothes I finally get into bed.
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I wake up with a mouth full of cotton and tasting something disgusting. Peeling sticky eyes open and noticing a bottle of water. Siting up, I grab the bottle and take massive gulps as if I’ve been in a dessert for a month without it. I take the meds too head pounding. I finish the bottle and then notice this isn’t my apartment or sisters house. Eyes wide what happened.
A wet nose bumps against my head bringing me out of my fuzzy memories of the bar and someone named Mike(?). I pull my hand away and the dog whines sadly.
“He wants a pat, you had no problem with that last night,” a snarky feminine voice from behind makes me jump, turning to look at her and the most gorgeous person I have seen greets my eyes. Wow before I am lost in my thoughts again the dog whines letting me know he still demands pats.
I oblige him, rubbing his belly.
“Hi,” I say unsure on what to say. I really can’t remember meeting her at the bar and even though I am wearing a different shirt I am pretty sure we didn’t sleep together.
“Hi, I still don’t know your name and what the hell where you thinking breaking into someones yard to pat their dog??” her voice is mostly humour but there is some anger there too.
“uhh I don’t remember,” I shrug sheepishly, “dogs are just the best I guess.” I shrug again blushing.
She laughs which I didn’t expect.
“Yeah you said that before you threw up on me,” oh no. I bury my head into my hands, not only did I break into her yard I vomited on her too! There is no way to recover this. I just need to say thank you and get out.
“and you still haven’t told me your name,” she teases, oh is she teasing me? maybe I didn’t completely ruin this.
She comes and sits next to me on the couch.
“Uh its Kara,” I stutter.
“Ok Kara, I’m Lena,” she offers her hand and I take it dumbly, “now that is how you meet people.” she continues to tease me and I just burn red.
“Thats Doc,” she points at the dog who is laying on his back looking at us with his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth.
‘Everybody Yeah, Rock your body yeah, everybody yeah, rock your body right, Back streets back alright’
Our make over meeting is interrupted by Backstreet Boyz coming from my phone and I didn’t think my face could get any hotter but I was proven wrong.
“Your phone has been ringing all morning,” she informs me with a cheeky smile. She gets up and gets the phone off charge handing it to me.
Alex with a picture of both of us lights up the screen and I quickly answer it.
“Heeeyyyy Alex,” I start faking confidence.
“Where did you go??” Alex yells, Lena able to be hear her without the phone being on speaker.
“Umm at a friends house,” I lie not wanting her to worry about me staying at a strangers house.
We continue our conversation, Lena cutting in to hand me a coffee and to tell me her address, so Alex can come pick me up and it turns out I somehow made it a couple of streets away from Alex’s house. The conversation or more like lecture ends with a promise that she will be there soon.
“So sorry about last night,” I start not really sure how to apologise. What do you say to someone who you broke into’s backyard and who you vomited on?
“I am sure you don’t want to see me again but I could buy a you coffee to say sorry, or get you some new slippers and I will need to get this shirt back to you at some point,” I know I am rambling and the only thing that stops me is her hand on my arm.
“Its ok Kara,” she starts softly, “give me your phone and I’ll add my number, you can make it up to me some how and get my shirt back to me.” I give her the phone and she speedily adds her number handing it back. We look at each other with a similar expression. She opens her mouth to say something.
Ding “woof woof” moment ruined.
“That must be Alex,” I say kinda disappointed at having to leave but also wanting to get some sleep.
“I’ll get your shirt I put it in a plastic bag,” Lena leaves to get my shirt.
They meet at the front door. She hands me my shirt and we say goodbye hopefully not for the last time.