I woke up to a strange noise. A rushing noise from outside. It sounded like something was hitting the house. I identified the sound. It was the hose.
I rolled over and my head swam. It was pounding and I could tell I'd be throwing up soon. I groaned and heaved myself out of bed.
Let's get it over with, I thought.
I went to the bathroom, used the toilet, drank some water, and effectively threw it right back up along with tons of stomach acid. Whiskey didn't make me sick unless I drank WAY too much of it, and then it always did this to my stomach- acid overload. I would likely be sick the rest of the day.
Fuck my life.
I brushed my teeth and carefully drank a small amount of water then went back to the bedroom. I took off my bra and underwear, and put on pajamas instead. I laid back down and fell asleep.
When I woke again, my head didn't hurt but my stomach still did. I smelled something Brad was cooking downstairs. A ham sandwich, maybe? I gagged and flew to the bathroom as quickly as I could, barely making it to the toilet. Brad appeared at the bathroom door as I was brushing my teeth.
"I can't believe you're still puking", he said.
I rinsed my mouth. "It could last all day", I said. "It's happened before".
"That sucks".
"It does. I threw up when you were outside earlier, too. At least my head doesn't hurt. Were you washing the house?"
He laughed. "No, I was washing your puke off the bush".
"Ohhhh yeah", I groaned.
"So what's the deal with this Rev guy?", Brad asked.
"I gotta lay down", I said, starting for the bedroom. "Come in here".
"Actually, I'm gonna burn my sandwich. I'll come up in a bit".
"Good idea", I said, clutching my stomach and moving slowly to the bedroom.
Brad came up after eating and sat on the side of the bed next to me.
I told him everything I knew about Rev. His history, how we met, what he did for me, and what he was currently doing.
"He's really been following Jay around and digging into his life?", Brad asked, looking intrigued.
"Yeah. I think he was going to tell me more, but I started getting upset, thinking about him treating other women how he had treated me. I was on the verge of having a panic attack in the limo. He told everyone I was drunk, and they all believed it...except Bre. I know she was wondering what was going on".
"Was she okay?", Brad asked suddenly, looking concerned.
"She was...off. I think I stole her spotlight. I didn't mean to, but that always seems to happen. Brittany got me up on stage and I sang with the band. I wasn't going to but then Bre said I should. Later, I think she regretted it, though. They took my number and asked if I'd like to sing again!"
"We can talk about that option if you want to get more details from them", Brad said. "What else about Bre? She seemed off to me, too, so I called Steve after you left, and the dumb ass apparently told her she should be babysitting you on her bachelorette party".
"Yeah, she mentioned that, but she mostly seemed irritated with Rev. Super irritated. I don't know if it was because Andy threw him on us like that, or because the girls were so interested in him, or because she thought I was interested in him. I don't know, but she seemed really pissed after he showed up".
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The Neverending Hangover
Roman d'amour*Second in the Fire Whiskey series* 'I had been amazed at the connection Brad and I had, and our connection was inexplicable, but this with Rev was something else. It was different but just as impressive. Was I cursed or blessed to have two amazing...
