Sang's reserve (COMPLETE)

Straw tastes bad!

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Marc's POV:

"Mr. two tone up now!" the words filter into my brain without making sense. More words follow, tumbling over each other. Dam, I have a bad headache, nothing makes sense!

"Raven, his name is Marc for gods sake, and it 'time to get up' a 'please' or something would help as well!"

"Da, same!"

"No not 'Da same' one's rude ones polite!"

"So?"

"Raven, your boyfriend is trying to get you to be f*****g polite!"

"Why?"

"Because it nice?" That's...Corey, it takes a second to place the voice, he sounds slightly exasperated, I don't really know why he still bothers to be fair. Why are they trying to wake me up anyway? Why are they in my room? Wait, we're at Uncles, in his living room? Because... because... Kayli.

Wait.

Since when did Uncle start using straw as a floor?

Straw?

"Arrgh!" I manage. "Plagher!" the straw does not taste good, at all.

"Please, Two-tone please, is please, up please now please!" I hear Gabe burst out laughing, as my eyes open, into the straw. Corey groans in exasperation.

"Raven! That is not what I meant!" I manage to lift my head to see Raven's smug expression. "I said polite, not... deranged!" I think the blond almost sounds annoyed, almost! As if Corey could get annoyed with that strange Russian.

"Da, same!" Corey sighs and turns away, his head shaking slightly, Gabe's still laughing from one corner, of our... our cell? 

"Where the f**k are we?" I mutter out. 

"Sang's house I presume!" Corey replies, half glancing at Gabe, who grins, but doesn't say anything to confirm or deny. I think he knew! B******d!

When he drunk that slightly strange drink that Uncle and Dr. Roberts brought us last night, I think he knew . I watched Gabe take a slurp, his eyes flashed to Uncles who shrugged and tapped him phone. Dr. R handed out drinks to all of us, it was kind of weird tasting, but still good. Raven downed his in one gulp, Corey sipped his, thanked Uncle, then finished off his drink, still trying to explain to Raven how to play the simple card game.

I was way more wary, but after watching Gabe swing it down, I followed. It didn't taste bad, but I think that's what knocked us out, and gave me this god's be dammed headache.

"Are you the reason, my head feels like it's about to explode?" I shoot at Gabe, he winces, his laughter fading.

"Not exactly..." he mutters, "but I guess I ... I knew ... what was going to happen when I drunk that drink..."

"And you let us?" I hiss at him, I'm angry, slightly irrationally so. I feel like punching him, but that's never been my thing, in fact, I hate the feeling. I don't realise that I've gone to punch him until Raven catches my fist.