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Katerfrühstück

Katerfrühstück (noun. german)

When you just couldn't hold yourself back last night and now you have the worst hangover of your life.
Goddamnit, Gerard.

Hangover Breakfast.

I was in this weird state between being awake and being asleep when a sudden pain through my forehead pushed me over the edge of dreaming, fully waking me up.

"Fuck", I groaned as I opened my eyes.
I couldn't see anything but darkness.

I rubbed my hands over my eyes, making sparks and fireworks erupt behind my eyelids. It made me feel dizzy even when laying down.
What the hell happened last night? And where the fuck am I?

I tried feeling around with my hands. The sheets I was covered by felt soft and expensive. I wasn't in my own room, that's for sure.
From what I still remembered of last night, I probably knew where I was.

I groaned again and a door opened to my left, letting sunlight stream into the room.

"Shit", I hissed and covered my eyes as the light triggered something very painful inside my head.

"You're awake, good", Frank said and I could hear him wal across the room until he reached the right side of the bed.
He ripped open the curtains, now fully covering everything in sunlight, and opened a window.

A noise of pain left my lips as I tried to cover my eyes again but this time there was no use.
The fresh air coming in from the window was great but it also made me want to throw up.

"If you have to throw up try to hit the bucket next to you."
It felt like Frank had read my mind as he pointed to my left.

I peeked through my fingers and actually saw a bucket on the floor.

I tried to lay as still as possible as long as my eyes still got used to the light. I was thankful that Frank didn't try to rush me. There was a chair at the end of the bed on which he just sat down to look at me fighting with my eyes.

When I felt ready I sat up, the covers I had on me slipping off my shoulders showing my bare torso.

I felt dizzy, that's why I didn't question why I was naked at first, but when the realization hit me, my eyes grew wide and I almost choked on the saliva my mouth had produced during the last few minutes.

"Did we... did we have...?", I asked, not even wanting to say it out loud.

"Did we have sex, you mean? Yes we did.", Frank said without any emotion in his voice. As if it was the most casual thing in the world for him.
It probably was. 

I felt a sting in my head and a sting in my heart as I looked around, trying to look anywhere but into Frank's eyes.

I saw a glass filled with an  orange liquid and two pills sitting on the nightstand next to me.

"That's orange juice and some pain killers. I figured you might need them.", Frank said and pointed to the nightstand.

I gladly took this opportunity to change the subject for a moment and grabbed the glass and the pills.

"Are they really pain killers or is it ecstasy again?", I asked but put the pills in my mouth without waiting for an answer. The pain was bad enough for me to not care.

"I'm not Hayland. I don't take that stuff anymore.", Frank said to that.

"What time is it?"

"Around noon. Maybe 12:00 I'm not so sure."