THEME: Hangover
LOS ANGELES
ARTHUR YOUNG APARTMENT
Arthur Young opened his eyes to the dimly lit room, although it was daytime but the thick drapes wasn’t opened yet. The aching in his skull ebbs and it flowed like a cold tide yet the pain was there. Arthur was feeling like he got hit by a bus. The hangover felt like the blackest clouds was over his head with no intention of clearing.
Arthur slide out of bed slowly and motioned towards the bathroom. He had drank too much alcohol last night. He splashed cold water on his face just to feel something refreshing and he also instantly wished that he could wash his brain from the toxins too.
He walked out of the room to the kitchen. The smell of the wine from last night was intoxicating, yet this morning it added to the drink o
