When Kitty was clean, she stepped out of the shower with a deep satisfied sigh and wrapped herself in a large white towel, taking another and using it to shake out her hair.
She bent over and flipped her hair a couple of times before rising back up with a smile, feeling fresh, and, now that she was clean, feeling a lot better. Her coordination was still a little off, and her head was still softly throbbing, but she no longer felt groggy and dragged down from sleep.
She dressed quickly and opened her mirror, displaying behind it, shelves and shelves of pills, selecting a bottle of mild pain killers for her head ache, and taking two before returning them to their place and leaving the bathroom.
In her room, she sighed deeply and looked around. It was a shame she didn't spend more time in her room, just being a teenager, painting her nails, or talking on the phone with friends. The walls weren't even painted. But then again, why paint your nails when you were just going to ruin them riding through dust and dirt on the back of a horse, and why call friends when you didn't have any real ones?
So Kitty just left the room and went down the stairs to find pretty much everyone in the living room, including Jessie. "Oh dear God." She said with a light smirk. "Please tell me this isn't an intervention. Because it will have to wait."
She laughed lightly and went into the kitchen rummaging frantically for something to eat, her stomach suddenly feeling more empty than ever before, seeing Niki there, she smiled. "Hey Nik, you're missing out on the intervention." She said with a light laugh, settling for poptarts before heading back out to the living room and standing next to Jessie. "Alright, go." She teased, taking a bite of her poptart.
Damien sat back and watched as Niki and her father chatted, but frowned as the chat quickly turned into an argument and she walked off. Damien was about to stand and follow her when, at the same time, Kitty came down the stairs, and Jamie sat herself on his lap, as if holding him there.
He sighed and laughed lightly at Kitty's jokes before she came back in the room. "Just get your ass outside and practice." He said with a laugh, looking her over. She seemed alright, but you could never really tell with Kitty. Her eyes looked a little tired, but, on the outside, that was the only sign of a hangover.
"Can't." She smirked back at him. "Massive migraine and Killer body aches. I'll get on it tomorrow." She said with a shrug and he shrugged back, looking at Jamie.
"Looks like you're out of a job babe." He said with a laugh and stood gently pushing her off him. She took his seat in the chair and he followed Niki to where she'd disappeared into the kitchen.
"He's just looking out for you Nik." He smirked as he looked at her. She'd pretended to be cool, but Damien could tell just by looking at her that she was boiling. "He knows you're not going to get back with Dustin if you don't want to." He said with a shrug, opening the fridge and grabbing himself a water bottle before closing it again. "No one can make you do anything you don't want to." He teased lightly.
"So." He said, taking a drink and looking her over for signs of a hangover. "You good to practice, or you too dead today?"