11:49 a.m, late Saturday morning and both Brie and Cherry were still sleeping like logs of woods. Belle was the one to drag them home early this morning. She was frankly still surprised at herself, how she got them home.

They had gotten dead drunk at the club through last night and this morning but luckily Belle was not drunk like them.

She sat alone in front of the kitchen counter sipping some hot tea, her phone on the table. She wanted to search about Ben Larkson.

"Ben ...