Sunday

~Sunday

"Top of the morning to you!"

Juliette flung the curtains open, letting in a stream of bright light that almost blinded her in.

Jazz groaned from behind her, shoving a pillow over her face. Juliette pushed the window open, enjoying the cool breeze that brushed over her clammy skin.

"That's more like it," she murmured to herself. She turned, seeing Jazz still hibernating under that bloody pillow.

"And this is when you reply with, 'and the rest of the day to yourself'," Juliette's finished. Jazz mumbled something incoherently into her pillow.

Jazz stuck her head out, inspecting her watch which lay on her bedside table. Once she had seen the time, she gave a death glare in Juliette's direction.

"Seven thirty? Seven bl