Chapter-2 Episode-4 The morning after
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Chapter-2
Episode-4
The morning after
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Tomorrow don't be here today / take a cruise take a holiday
cold morning and the drums / blue eyes in the window sun
C--I don't feel you but I know you're around
I can feel you cause I feel the sound
cold morning and the drums / blue eyes in the window sun
alka seltzer, tang and a 50 / it's all over / hangover
it's getting warmer
it's controlling my mind
it's coming closer
I'm biding my time
double vision when the bars close down
double vision when the bars close down
my legs are weak
her arms are strong
the door is open
the stairs are steep
the room is near
but oh so far
the lights are round
but so are the stars
you got a hangover?
I got a hangover
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I opened my eyes slowly as the sunlight piercing through the window shined in my eyes. I flinched from the shine when the pain in my head hit me. I tried to get up from the bed but the heaviness in my head was putting extra strain on my body blocking me from getting up.
“Ahhhh……...” I sigh from the pain I felt as I put my palm on my head to massage, to ease the pain. But it wasn’t of much help. I get up from the bed to get some water. I was feeling thirsty.
“Here drink this”, I heard some voice from behind, who could be in my room, I started to think. But snapped the same moment my brain told me that this a familiar voice and the same moment I realized it was my brother’s.
“hey, why are you here so early?” I asked baffled.
“Is this what you should say to the person, offering a hangover tea to you?” jimmy said in an arrogant tone.
“Okay, thanks for the tea, will you now tell me the reason for you being here? Why are you here so early? And how did you even get in? and wait why are you wearing my clothes?” I asked again.
“so, you don’t remember anything?” he said frowning his eyebrows.
“I would not have asked if I remembered. Last I remembered was me chugging down some shots and you talking about some stuff. Then I think I blacked out.” I said irritated a bit.
“let me fill in the blanks for you. You drank more than twenty shots yesterday. And it wasn’t just me talking it was us, especially you talking about finding something. It sounded like a blabber mostly but then you said, you finally found the reason.” He said cockily.
“What else did I tell you?” I buzzed.
“you kept saying the same thing over and over and also that you were lying to me about something and you’re sorry for that. So, will you now tell me what that thing is? So, you won’t be sorry anymore.” he said suggesting.
“and why are you wearing my clothes?” I asked again trying to change the topic.
“Okay seriously, you should stop drinking so much. You don’t remember but I must tell you what happened yesterday.” He cleared his throat.
“yes, please enlighten me,” I said a bit skeptical.
“I drove you back to this motel in your car which you hardly let me. And when I was driving, you started crying in the car. You literally cried all the way from the club to here, which is literally a good fifteen minutes.” He said with a proud face.
“you kidding right. I don’t cry.” It was almost impossible for me to buy.
“you did cry, and that too a lot, like a river a lot. And wait the good part is coming.” He again said proudly.
“We reached the hotel, and when I asked you your room number which you were too drunk to tell, I had no choice but to ask at the reception. And I don’t know why but you started flirting with the receptionist, and she was literally twice your age. And when we were in the room and I was talking to the bed, you puked all over me. So of course, I changed into your clothes and then the worst part…, I had to sleep on that crampy couch all night.” He said stretching his back.
“Really, I flirted with that receptionist? Unimaginable.” Never in my wildest dream that I could imagine flirting with her.
“This is what you say. You should be sorry that I went through all that because of you being drunk. And yes, you did flirt with the receptionist.”
“shut up let’s not talk about this ever again. Bury it right here, right now”
“I would love to erase this day from my memory.”
“so, let's do that,” I suggested.
“now will you tell me, what was that, that you found out ‘finally’? And what was the reason that you were crying?” he asked the subject I was trying to avoid.
“let’s talk that over breakfast, shall we? I’m famished. Ahh, I want some greasy burgers. Let’s go I’ll treat you.” I said buying some time.
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