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I felt my shake as I threw up in the toilet. My eyes burned and my headache. Mimosa. The name of the delicious drink that I will never drink again.
It was currently early Sunday after a night cap I was finally dropped off home. I admired seeing Soul in a different light as he joked around with his friend. It seems they knew each other for a while before Chevay and him got married.
At a point Chevay decided to catch up with me by ordering shots, of course our dates decided to be the responsible drivers. She of course challenged me to a shot so that was another one down of the substance that currently caused my demise.
The worst part wasn't even the throwing up; it was the currently freshly showered specimen at my bathroom
