An alternate ending I whipped up. Was actually the original plan, till Clair annoyed me by stealing Amy's head. I'll leave mentally inserting it into the right place as an exercise left to the reader.



Forcefully Mia brought her attention back to the present. Her roommate was fading by the moment, and there was no way her best friend, possibly more, was going into the dark alone. To her surprise she spotted Trish hanging from her hair in Clair's hand, still swinging from the motion of being caught. Mine she thought, remembering the fiasco with Amy as she roughly jerked the head back into her possession before Clair could react. Mia could hear Clair protesting, but didn't pay her the slightest bit of attention, instead focusing entirely on Trish and giving her the kiss she needed.

Trish's eyes widened in shock, then delight, then closed in bliss before finally death. Mia didn't notice any of it, focusing on the sensations of her roommates locked lips and wrestling tongue, utterly lost to the outside world her sapphic desires were finally consummated. Clair's ignored protests slowly trailed off as she watched the lovers kiss, not even noticing when the next cord caused Emily's newly headless body to collapse bleeding to the floor. The song had ended before Mia finally broke her kiss. Trish had long since stilled, expression set in one of joy at her roommates act.

Holding Trish's still warm head to her chest with one hand Mia finally revisited the surrounding reality. “You broke your toy,” she said, noticing the still draining body of Emily laying underfoot.

“No worries. I've got myself a new one,” was Clair's response, causing Mia to swallow heavily as she realized she was on her own. “We need more drinks, it's going to be a long night.”

[hr]

It was morning. Mia could tell by the way the sun managed to shine directly into her eyes as it peaked above the surrounding buildings, waking her with the precision of an alarm clock. Her head was throbbing as the after effects of far to much alcohol made themselves known. Slowly memories of the previous night surfaced through the drunken haze, and Mia's gaze drifted to the new additions to the rooms decor.

“Thank you,” she said quietly to the pair of heads. Soon they'd have to be taken to a taxidermist to be made more permanent, but for now Amy and Trish were sitting lip locked and peaceful on Mia's desk. “You're the best roommate I could have had. You always knew what I needed.”

Suddenly the door slammed open, the noise causing shooting pain to spread through Mia's skull. “Hello roomie,” Clair's voice called, far to cheerful for this early in the morning. “Trish made me swear you wouldn't be left to yourself if something happened, so first thing this morning I got myself transferred. Didn't know you were into girls when I promised though, this is going to be so much fun! Come on, get up, help me push the beds together!”

With a groan Mia hid herself under the covers. Though not before a last, never to be publicly uttered, happy thought towards her best friend: Always.