Once Upon A Bet

/29/ Highly inappropriate

Dedicated to ivy_kire453, thanks for the support <33

The numbing ache throbbing in my skull was the first thing I noticed when waking up, before even opening my eyes. It was sad to admit this situation was becoming oddly familiar... as well as the constricted place I was balled up in. Definitely not my bed. The warm, wear away upholstery of the seat caressed my skin as I shifted, a known smell cocooned me in this cloud of dizziness.

This was uncomfortable. The more the confusion of the sleep drifted away the more I noticed how sore my muscles were from being in that same position for hours. I began to feel the sunlight grazing my lids and tainting my inner world of orange. Could someone feel exhausted before even waking up?

I stretched a little, yawning a I settled in my surroundings by touch. I was in a car seat, a passenger seat. Of a known car, too. But this time I wasn't fitting however across the backseat, I was curled in the passenger's, it seem. My eyes fluttered open, slowly to adjust to the bright light that pierced through my mind like a knife.

Yikes.

Yes, I was indeed in the passenger seat, the brightness of reality didn't let me take a good look around but I noticed the front window facing a beach, the soft crashing of waves adding to this weird environment of calmness and headache.

Were was I? What time was it? Did I-

"Hey." I jumped at the voice, that dreamy picture shattering harshly as I felt my heart up my throat. Instinctively I turned to the back seat, my head spinning at the harsh movement and saw Fawn chucking into her fist. I allowed the next breath to exhale, my pulse still at full speed. She was right behind me, sitting against the door with her knees bent and drawing something on the notebook she had rested there. "Easy."

"Mhm, you scared me." I groaned brushing my eyes, willing my muscles to melt once more into the seat realizing it was just the golden girl. Once the initial fright laid down, I noticed too the third person in the car: in the driver's seat, curling against the door.  And it was then, seeing the sunlight lacing thought his blond locks and projecting shadows in his symmetric face that I remembered. Or rather not remembered. What... What happened last night?

"How are you?" questioned Fawn, going back to doodle in her notebook. "Last night was pretty wild, wasn't it? Are you feeling better?"

Confessions. Alcohol. The guys. Vomiting.

Oh my God.

"Kinda..." I groaned embarrassed, brushing my pounding forehead, but it didn't go away. "Did I make a big show?"

"Nah, a little drunken mess." she shrugged. "Been there, done worse. Here." she reached to the floor of the car and struggled with her bag, taking out another notebook, this one small, tiny, one of those to keep in the purse for lists and stuff.

I raised my brows, confusedly taking the pen she handed me. "What is this for?"

"Hangover art. Ever heard of it?"

"No..."

"You're gonna like it. Just draw... whatever you feel like it. And looked it over in a few hours."

"Why?" but I opened it with shaky hands, weaker than I thought. Last night's side effects from both hangover and the panic attack had debilitated my muscles. The blank page stared back at me.

"Because now you're verging the high of last night." she winked. "Your brain is still half somewhere else." I shifted in the seat carefully, extra cautious not to touch Jake in the slightest as I mimicked Fawn's position against the door, bringing up my bare foot (my sandals were somewhere on the floor I guess) and using too my legs as support. That way I wasn't giving her my back and also could keep an eye on him. Just in case. This situation was beyond bizarre, yet the girl pointed her chin to my opened notebook. " Come on, try it."