Where have you been?

Beff

"Why is it...that when something happens....it is ALWAYS you three?" Beth sighed at the situation in front of her, shaking her head with a considerable amount of disappointment.

Lisa, was drunk, trying to balance various sized whiskey glasses on her forehead while singing a very out of tune version of 'we've got mccabe'.

Katie was covered in glitter (don't ask) and was also wearing sunglasses in doors, which would seem strange even if she wore them outside, because it was raining.

Last but by no means least, Daan was standing holding a plastic baseball bat (Beth had to double check that she couldn't harm herself or those around her with this weapon...she probably could, but Beth was willing to take that risk). She also had a split lip and a black eye, which worried Beth.

Emma was sat on the couch reading her magazine, dead to the world. Eventually she lifted her head, giving Beth a small but encouraging grin. "Honestly, I've been asking myself the same question for years."

Beth rolled her eyes and turned her attention to her girlfriend. "And what the hell happened to your face, Daniëlle?"

Daan frowned when Beth raised her voice at her. "I had a fight with a tree."

"You got decked by a tree. Wonderful. I'm phoning Kim and Ruesha." Beth sighed.

"OH GOD! Please no! Not Ruesha!" Katie groaned.

"Don't call Kimmy! She's probably busy!" Daan groaned.

"It's 7:30 she'll be watching Emmerdale! Remember what she said: don't interrupt her soaps!" Lisa said, hiccuping.

"Well, I'm going to leave you to in the capable hands of Mitch while I see to my girlfriend." Beth grabbed Daan's hand and dragged her towards their bedroom.

"Woah, Beff. You're keen." Daan said following her into the room.

Beth glared at her.

"Sit down and stay there." She said, walking out again and going into the bathroom to get the first aid kit.

When she came back Daan was jumping on their bed, Beth shut the door, put the first aid kit down and folded her arms.

"Will you please sit down so I can look at your face?"

"Are you mad at me, Beff?" Daan muttered, sitting down.

Beth shook her head and walked over to sit next to her. She took out a piece of tissues and started cleaning up Daan's cuts.

"I'm not mad, Daan. I just wish you'd take it slow." Beth sighed.

"But you love me joking around."

"I do. But I don't love it when you get hurt, because I worry about you. I know you're not as tough as you come across on the pitch."

"Yeah, I am. I'm a hard ass bitch." Daan tilted her head.

"You aren't. You're soft as shite, which is why you keep hurting yourself everytime you do something rash. I love you but I wish you'd stop." Beth sighed.

"That's just me."

"I know Daan. What I'm saying is, just be careful."

Daan nodded. "Sorry."

Beth kissed her on the cheek and wrapped her arms around her. "Don't go fighting anymore trees."

"I'll beat it next time." Daan laughed and Beth couldn't help but smile.