Two blonde girls one puking in toilet other holding her hair

One of the blondes is bent over the toilet, face close to the bowl, clearly sick and heaving. The other stands behind her, both hands gripping the girl’s ponytail to keep it out of the way. You see chunks on the floor, some on the toilet seat — it’s a wet, messy scene, looks like after a bad night of drinking. The camera stays wide, doesn’t cut to fake reactions or glamorize anything. Later, the same girl is on the bathroom floor, face down in the tub, barely moving. The other one leans over the bathtub, arms resting on the edge, watching or waiting. No talking, no music — just raw, quiet aftermath. The towels on the rack stay dry, untouched. Lighting is flat, natural, no filters. You can see the grout lines, the cheap linoleum, the kind of bathroom in a short-term rental. Both girls have tattoos, one on the lower back, another on the wrist. Their bodies are slim, not posed, movements sluggish. It’s not sexual, not staged like porn — more like footage someone left running. The realism is what sticks. No climax, no payoff — just two friends dealing with a rough morning.