And then things got kinda grey. And painful. No, no. He wasn’t about to leave that cozy, pain-free place. He clung to it ferociously. No matter how hard he held on, it slipped away. Kind of like trying to hold onto wet, slick soap. It wasn’t happening.
Who knew waking up could be so painful?
With a groan, Dante slit open his eyes. His head had to have been steamrolled. Definitely. And maybe backed over a few times in a car, trampled on by a gigantic crowd, and probably chewed on by a pit bull. And then pissed on. Yes. That almost summed up how bad the hangover was.
Where the hell was he? Well, to find that out, he’d have to open his eyes more, and that was too hard now. Okay. How did the place feel? He moved his arms slowly around. Ah, this was a bed, a pretty nice one at that. And that spot right there was really warm, as if someone had just gotten up moments ago. He paused then. Yesterday he’d been with Jenet. They went drinking, and… Who knew what happened then. If he’d shared a bed with Jenet, that suggested he’d been pretty damn lucky! Maybe he’d even scored. Unlikely, though. Scoring almost never happened when he got drunk off his ass. Something stupid always came flying out of his mouth and ruined things. Or… other things got in the way.
But the bed was warm! Someone had been with him. It was probably a hotel room. Still in that damned Paixao place, of course. Well, if this place had drinks strong enough to give him the worst hangover ever…Maybe it wasn’t such a bad place. Oh, man. Lady HAD to try that drink. She could use a good, strong burn.
Why was he thinking of Lady? Jenet was probably close by. Summoning most of his strength, he sat up a little more and tried to open his eyes again. He saw her briefly nearby before he lay down again, quickly throwing a pillow over his eyes. The worst hangover ever was a mild understatement to what was happening. His brain was probably trying to force its way out his nostrils or something. Pain alllll over.
“Ugh, Jenet, where are we?” Dante asked feebly from beneath the pillow.
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And then things got kinda grey. And painful. No, no. He wasn’t about to leave that cozy, pain-free place. He clung to it ferociously. No matter how hard he held on, it slipped away. Kind of like trying to hold onto wet, slick soap. It wasn’t happening.
Who knew waking up could be so painful?
With a groan, Dante slit open his eyes. His head had to have been steamrolled. Definitely. And maybe backed over a few times in a car, trampled on by a gigantic crowd, and probably chewed on by a pit bull. And then pissed on. Yes. That almost summed up how bad the hangover was.
Where the hell was he? Well, to find that out, he’d have to open his eyes more, and that was too hard now. Okay. How did the place feel? He moved his arms slowly around. Ah, this was a bed, a pretty nice one at that. And that spot right there was really warm, as if someone had just gotten up moments ago. He paused then. Yesterday he’d been with Jenet. They went drinking, and… Who knew what happened then. If he’d shared a bed with Jenet, that suggested he’d been pretty damn lucky! Maybe he’d even scored. Unlikely, though. Scoring almost never happened when he got drunk off his ass. Something stupid always came flying out of his mouth and ruined things. Or… other things got in the way.
But the bed was warm! Someone had been with him. It was probably a hotel room. Still in that damned Paixao place, of course. Well, if this place had drinks strong enough to give him the worst hangover ever…Maybe it wasn’t such a bad place. Oh, man. Lady HAD to try that drink. She could use a good, strong burn.
Why was he thinking of Lady? Jenet was probably close by. Summoning most of his strength, he sat up a little more and tried to open his eyes again. He saw her briefly nearby before he lay down again, quickly throwing a pillow over his eyes. The worst hangover ever was a mild understatement to what was happening. His brain was probably trying to force its way out his nostrils or something. Pain alllll over.
“Ugh, Jenet, where are we?” Dante asked feebly from beneath the pillow.