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Natalie is sat on the couch, sipping a mocktail and eating cookies that Monica made when the door opens and Rachel walks in. “Hey, Rach, how was it with your friends?” Monica asked when she saw her friend.

Rachel didn’t say anything as she passed the women and placed her handbag down on the kitchen table while Monica and Phoebe did the squeel that Rachel’s friends had done when they saw her.

With one glare from Rachel, Monica could tell that she shouldn’t push it anymore. “Okay, how would you like some Tiki Death Punch?” Natalie jumped up from her seat, holding up her almost empty glass as Monica looked over at her. “Sorry, in two years it’ll have gone sour.” Monica filled up three glasses, none of them were for Natalie.

“What’s that?” Rachel asked, walking around the couch and sitting down beside Natalie, her head on the younger woman’s lap. Monica walked over to the couch, blender in one hand and a glass in the other.

“Wel, it’s rum… and,” Before she could finish, Rachel reached her hand out and grabbed the blender and took the straw from Natalie’s drink.

“Hey,” Natalie starts, a slight scold to her tone, “I’m supposed to be the one who’s hot and miserable.” She watched as Rachel sipped the cocktail.

“You can’t still be miserable about that Lacy girl,” Natalie shrugged and grabbed the blender from Rachel as she filled up her glass, “And you can’t be upset about what some spoiled girls think about you but here we are.” She handed the blender back to Rachel as the two drowned themselves in their sorrows. 

“Well, I’m so glad you two are in such a good mood because we decided to have a little slumber party.” Monica smiled, looking over at Natalie and deciding to let her drink because everyone knew she already drank at her frat parties.

“We’ve got trashy magazines, cookie dough, twisters,” Monica explained when her phone started ringing and she went to get it, “Oh and I got operation,” Phoebe held the board game out to Natalie who took it from her, smiling up at the blonde. “But I lost the tweezers so we can’t operate but we can prep the guy,” Phoebe was wearing a grey and black stripped onesie while Natalie wore one with both a bright and a soft shade of pink on it.

“That’s my favourite part of the game,” Natalie placed the board game on the table in front of her as Phoebe smiled brightly at her.

“Rach, it’s the credit card people.” Monica rushes to bring Rachel the phone while Natalie leans back into the couch, a feather in her right hand as she watched her sister. 

“Give it here,” Natalie took the phone, listening to the woman on the other side, “She says there’s been some strange business on your card,” She blocks the bottom of the phone as she looks down at Rachel who gets up.

“But I haven’t used it in weeks.”

“That’s what has them worried, they’re doing a check up to make sure you’re okay,” Natalie played with the feather in her hand as she watched Rachel pace. “They wanna know if I’m okay,” Rachel repeated that phrase about three times which made Natalie a little worried.

“Well, this FICA guy took all my money. Everyone I know is either getting married or getting pregnant or getting promoted and I’m getting coffee that’s not even for me,” She placed both her hands on her shoulders, almost as if they wouldn’t know who she was talking about.

“I’ll tell them you’re in the mental hospital,” Natalie mumbled as she brought the phone back to her ear, “Call back when pigs learn to fly,” She hung up and reached her hand behind the couch to put the phone back before she patted a spot next to her on the couch. 

Rachel just walked over to her, sitting down as she draped her leg over Natalie’s lap and rested her head on the girl’s shoulder. She slowly rubbed her hand up and down Rachel’s back, telling the woman to count her breaths as she sipped her drink.

“It’s just a bad day, it’ll get better.” She whispered, not that she knew if that was true or not but it must have been nice to hear because Rachel’s breathing became even and her eyes fluttered shut like she was at peace for a moment. If only Natalie could listen to her own advice.