Dissent and Daffodils

Lilith finished her drink and walked toward Hazel. Adam was on his own, and knowing her sister well, Lilith assumed Hazel would take Adam back to her hotel tonight.

Hazel was wearing a white shirt with a mini skirt and fishnet tights, busy dancing with Ivy while her other friends had scattered a while ago. Lilith decided to text Hazel.

Lilith: Come to the back alley.

Hazel walked to the back alley where Lilith waited in the dark. "Seriously, going out to a club? If I had known, I would have never let you leave," Lilith said. "Did you drink?"

"A little," Hazel replied, and Lilith caught a whiff of Martini on her sister's breath. "Who gave you a Martini?" Lilith sighed. "Can you walk?" she asked skeptically.

"Yes," Hazel slurred. She attempted to walk but ended up stumbling. Lilith caught her just in time. "Easy there," she said. "I think I'll take you to my car first." With that, Lilith removed Hazel's heels and carried her to the vehicle. She set Hazel inside and then called Sera.

"I'm going back home," Lilith said. She could hear heavy breathing on the other end of the line.

"And I'm going back to my hotel room," Sera replied, still breathing heavily.

Lilith rolled her eyes. "Just be safe."

"Sure, little sis," Sera chuckled, and the line went dead.

Lilith took Hazel to her apartment because she was too drunk to be dropped off at her dorm room. She laid Hazel down on her bed, but Hazel wrapped her arms around Lilith's neck, refusing to let go. Lilith gently untangled herself from her sister.

"Wait, where are you going?" Hazel sat up, rubbing her eyes.

"I'm going to get you some water," Lilith explained, pointing toward the bedroom door.

Hazel fell back onto the mattress. "Don't go. I'm feeling so hot," she said, her fingers beginning to unbutton her shirt, revealing her pink bra underneath.

Lilith gulped at the sight and hurriedly tried to stop her. "Oh no, don't unbutton it! I'll turn on the air conditioner," she panicked.

"No, I want to remove it. It's too itchy," Hazel insisted.

Lilith rubbed her palm across her face in exasperation. "Fine, take it off, and I'll bring you a T-shirt," she said, rummaging through her wardrobe. She found a black T-shirt and tossed it to Hazel without looking as she left to get a glass of water and a painkiller.

When Lilith returned, she saw Hazel struggling to remove her fishnet tights. Quickly, she placed the glass and painkillers on the table and helped Hazel take off the tights. Then she stepped out of the room to give Hazel some privacy while she changed out of her skirt and into shorts.

As Hazel began to groan from the headache that Lilith knew was inevitable, Lilith helped her take the painkillers and tucked her back into bed. Just as Lilith was about to leave, Hazel grabbed her sweatshirt. "Kiss me," she demanded.

Lilith looked into Hazel's brown eyes, which she had fallen for before, but now they were unfocused. "You're too drunk to know what you're asking for," Lilith replied gently, kissing her forehead before standing up.

Hazel let out a small groan as Lilith left the room, but soon she fell asleep under the influence of the painkillers and alcohol.