When I woke up, the world felt fuzzy and much too loud. Groaning, I sat up slowly, adjusting to the room tilting back and forth. It felt as though someone had beat me over the head with a baseball bat.
"I am never drinking again..." I groaned, making sure my feet were firmly planted on the floor before trying to stand. I got the distinct impression that we were on a boat rocking back and forth on choppy water, but knew the nearest ocean was several rings down.
"Speak for yourself," Another voice muttered, scaring the absolute hell out of me. I twisted around to see Striker sprawled out on the other side of the bed, rubbing his temples with two fingers.
Horror raced through me as my mind immediately jumped to the worst possible conclusion. No stupid, think. I chided myself, You both are still fully clothed. You just had too much to drink and passed out side by side. That's it.
"If you're going to vomit, please aim for the bathroom." Striker said, gesturing vaguely to an ajar door off to the side.
"I'm fine," I said, slowly getting ready to my feet, "I'm just going back over to my room to take a shower and get the smell of degeneracy off my skin."
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Jaded | A Striker x Reader Story
RomanceAfter your entrance into the underworld, you begin to make a living disposing of your client's cheating partners. Love is completely off the table. After all, who would be able to find true love in a place like Hell? From the author of Dancing With...
