texasranger commented on thedirtysouth's post in blueridgeschool:

Still in her dress from the night before, though it was looking much more rumpled now, Hunter was sprawled quite contently across Mack's floor while they slept. She had been through this before, and vice versa, though never quite this badly in a long time. However long the shorter blonde would need to sleep it off, Hunter would just wait it out. Especially after a night like last night. She wasn't a relationship doctor or anything, but something told her that the display hadn't earned Mackenzie any points with Tatum or her siblings.

Even sister had seemed a little irritated, but mostly because Mack was going about it all wrong. Her advice, apparently, could have salvaged the whole scene.

With one leg cocked up awkwardly, and the rest of her gangly limbs tangled around their sleeping bag that she was half in and half out of, Hunter slept quite contently. She grunted a bit when Mack almost tramped on her, and she made a weak swipe at her friend's legs as she passed, thankfully missing. It probably wouldn't have been good for either of them if Mack didn't make it to the bathroom.

Tuning out any gagging sort of noise, the taller girl only showed signs of being alive again when Mack weakly called her name. She didn't really respond, but when Mack called her a second time, it was time to give in. "I'm up, shut up bitch, I'm up," she groaned back, pushing herself up and rubbing her face roughly with her hands to try and rouse herself. "I'm up," she repeated, more for herself.

"How y'all feelin' in there, champ? Sad an' empty?"