Melting Point 3

BRINGBRING...BRINGBRING...BRINGBRING...

'Uh...Hello?' Said Lilith, in a thick voice.
'Good morning, this is reception calling, it's 7.00am.' Lilith rolled over on to her side and squinted at the clock.
'Why are you calling me? I didn't ask for a wake up call. 'Lilith frowned and started rubbing her forehead.
'You're to be down at The Wanderer at 7.30, Miss Macdonald. Mr Forester will be waiting for you there, I understand.
'meh'. Lilith rubbed her head again.
'Have a good morning,' Said the annoyingly perky female voice. Lilith rolled on to her back and made a heavy sigh which rattled deep into her chest. She sat up with great effort and realised she was still wearing yesterday's top. When she waddled through to the bathroom she was not surpirised to find panda eyed circles of a mixture of mascara and purple sleep marks around her eyes.
'Work...great,' she muttered as she squeezed some toothpaste on to her toothbrush. The mintyness started to wake her up and after a glass of water and some eye make up remover flashes of the night before started to come back to her.

By 7.15Am she pulled most of the stuff out of her suitcase to find a fresh set of underwear and a t-shirt. She went to put on her jeans but found that they stunk of smoke and some other earthy unpleasantness so she riggled into a skirt instead and scuffed into some flip- slops.

By 7.30Am she was flip-flopping down the heavy tartan staircase in a cheap n cheerful outfit that suddenly occurred to her might be a bit casual for work.