The New Generation

Chapter 4

The next morning came, Carmen and I woke up with the most outrageous hangover we have ever encountered together.

"This is Unbelievable." Carmen says trying to roll over in the covers. Her and I try to move out of bed but can't seem to move than more of an inch each

"Are you sure it was only the champagne that we drank last night, I feel like we drank the whole bar downstairs." I say trying to open my eyes and seeing the mess of the room and the two bottles that were once full empty on the hotel floor. 

I flop back down and close my eyes trying to pull myself together and get up. But there is not one muscle in my body that wants to move 

Carmen lets out a groan, her voice muffled by the pillow. "I swear, that champagne must have been spiked with something. This is not a normal hangover."

I manage to open one eye and squint at the sunlight filtering through the curtains. "Or maybe we just went a bit overboard last night. I can't believe we finished two bottles by ourselves."

The room spins slightly as I attempt to sit up, but my body protests with a wave of nausea. Carmen lets out a dramatic sigh, still cocooned in the covers.

"I can't believe we have plans for today. How are we supposed to face another day with heads pounding like this?" Carmen mutters.

I manage a weak laugh. "Maybe we should've paced ourselves a bit more. But hey, it's not every day we get to hang out. Totally worth it, right?"

Carmen chuckles, though it sounds more like a groan. "Yeah, it was a blast, but right now, I'd trade it for a cure to this hangover. Do you think the boys have a remedy serum for hangovers, considering they do drink the most out of all of us?"

We slowly make our way to the bathroom, squinting against the harsh bathroom light. As we splash our faces with water, Carmen glances at herself in the mirror and lets out a dramatic sigh.

"I hope the boys are in a similar state. It would make me feel a bit better about our current situation," she says, attempting to comb her fingers through her tangled hair.

I join in with a chuckle. "Misery loves company, right? Let's just hope today's events involve less champagne and more, I don't know, coffee."

After some time, we manage to pull ourselves together, ready to face the day's events. As we head downstairs, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee beckons, promising some relief for our throbbing heads.

Having our shades on and baseball caps on to block the bright lights coming from the ceiling, we manage to make our way to the breakfast bar. I grab a muffin and coffee and find a seat and wait for Carmen. Barely keeping my eyes open from the massive headache I have been receiving I drink my coffee with my eyes closed. 

"Hi Miah!" A shout came from out of nowhere and it startled me back to reality and jolted me awake. I slowly turn around and see Mick walking up to the table. 

"What the fuck is your issue, and the yelling is not necessary." I say rubbing my forehead and looking at him through my sunglasses 

"I can see that you two had a festive night together. Nice sunglasses by the way. How much did you two drink?" He asks sitting down on one of the chairs. 

"Two bottles of champagne." I tell him closing my eyes 

Mick raises an eyebrow, clearly impressed. "Two bottles? You two really know how to party."

Carmen stumbles over, her own sunglasses perched on her nose, and plops down in the chair next to me. "Morning, Mick. Don't mind us; we're just surviving the aftermath of our epic night."