<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/iconofroses/MilaKunis03-2.png)</div><em>Bang!  Bang!</em><br/><br/>Sharply Brianna winced as agonizing pain sliced through her head and had her cowering beneath her blankets.  Her mouth felt incredibly dry and her stomach hadn't ever felt this queasy before in her life.  In one short word, she felt miserable.  More, the pain was pounding on her temples, not easy, even for a little, and for a few moments she thought she might be dying, right there and then.  The memories of last night, an even that really had only ended a few hours ago she realized when glancing at the nearby alarm clock, were hazy at best, but none of them had her feeling better.  How could she have let Becca talk her into drinking?  Not even just drinking but becoming out right smashed.  Plus, she had a suspicion drinking wasn't the only thing they had done.  Becca never partied light, quite unlike Bria who partied... never.<br/><br/><em>Except for last night...</em><br/><br/>Whimpering she slowly rolled out of bed, winced at the blaring sunlight that streamed through the tall, wide windows of her room.  In her bra and panties she stumbled mostly blindly to her connected bathroom, stripped off the underwear and sighing, submerged herself into the hot shower.  Initially all she could do was stand there as the hot water began to ease her muscles and slowly bring her from miserable to awful.  As she let the water seep into her, her eyes closed and forehead resting on the warmed wall tiles, her thoughts began to whirl and her mental gears worked to get past the alcohol induced fog.<br/><br/>She knew saying yes last night had been a mistake.  For twenty-one years now she had known listening to her older sister – by all of three minutes –  was normally not a good idea.  After all, it wasn't Becca who had responsibility to keep up, goals that she was working toward.  Becca was a lot of things, but responsible?  Under the water Brianna rolled her eyes and finally picked up her shampoo bottle, began to through her routine.  She couldn't entirely blame Becca, though.  The last year of her pre-law and political science double major at Georgetown University was proving to be more stressful than she had prepared for.  Plus acting as her father's hostess, being his plus one whenever his he needed her and trying desperately to keep everything as normal as possible, she should have seen last night coming or at least taken care of her stress and anxiety before now.  There was too much a stake – for her, her dad, and siblings – to let something like this happen.  Maybe especially for her dad.<br/><br/>Ten minutes later Bria padded back out to her room, her slenderly curved form wrapped in a thick, fluffy towel, her wet, long black hair hanging loose down her back.  What on earth was she going to say to him?  Almond eyes flashed as they landed on the framed photos set across the top of her dressed, then focused on the one taken just last Christmas, particularly on the attractive brunette.<em>Mom.</em>Seated on the ten thousand dollar couch was she, Becca and their brother Ward, the oldest of the triplets; behind them were their parents, all smiling as if they hadn't a care in the world while surrounded by the bright and cheerful holiday decorations.  Somehow Bria knew if their mom was still here last night wouldn't have happened.  Everything would still be just the way it was supposed to be.  Bria quickly blinked back the sudden tears, then exhaled and got dressed.<br/><br/>From her room she emerged in a demure, ivory sundress, paired with a short, pale gold half jacket and ivory flats.  The circles were still there under her eyes, she not having taken any longer in front of the mirror than it took to braid her hair.  This wasn't going to go well, she thought with a frown, and made her way downstairs.  A quick detour was made to the kitchen where she gulped down a glass of orange juice and two Advil and quickly toasted a bagel.  It was a small delay tactic, she knew, but facing her father wasn't precisely something she was looking forward to.<br/><br/>The bagel in hand, Bria left the kitchen to face the music.