❝𝑯𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈? 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆.❞
Japanese-American, Megumi Nakamura, decides to abandon the comfort of home after graduating to go live with her cousin in Asia...
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Meg awoke the next morning to a wicked hangover.
She groaned and immediately squeezed her eyelids shut once she was met with the blinding light of the morning. A wave of nausea rose within her as soon as she sat up in bed, and she quickly threw the covers off of her before sprinting to the bathroom. Once the lid was lifted, she spilled her guts into the toilet.
Remind me never to drink again, she thought to herself as she flushed all the contents of her away.
She let out an exhausted sigh then moved to turn the shower on. Taking a hot shower after such a crazy night made her feel much better, and she wondered how hungover Ren must be. After all, he drank a heck of a lot more than she did.
The thought caused her to giggle to herself as she stepped out of the shower. Once she was finished getting ready for the day, she made her way out to the kitchen to cook some breakfast. But to her surprise, Ren had beaten her to it.
Her cousin had gotten so drunk the night before that he couldn't even make it to his own room after walking home. Meg, in her own drunken state, had found him passed out in a very uncomfortable-looking position on the couch and somehow managed to drag him to his bed.
Yet here he was whistling cheerfully as he cheffed some food up—apparently unaffected by last night's bad choices.
When he looked over to see Meg staring at him in confusion, he smiled, "Good morning. Hey, what the hell happened last night?"
"How are you not hungover?" she asked grumpily. It didn't make any sense. The dude drank enough to give himself amnesia and was completely fine while she sat there feeling personally assaulted by a train off of four shots of sake.
"Because I'm not a little lightweight like you," he teased.
Meg shot him a dirty look before dropping into her chair. Ren laughed from the stove before bringing a plate of food over to her.
"Thanks," she mumbled before picking up her chopsticks and poking around at her food.
"Dang, you're really messed up," Ren observed as he scanned over her sunken face and tired eyes. She sent him a glare before angrily shoveling some food into her mouth.
"Eat some rice. You're not you when you're hungry," he joked.
Meg kicked his shin under the table, which effectively shut him up as he held his leg in pain. She had never been hungover like this before, and it was bringing out an ugly side to her.
But the more she ate, the more she began to feel somewhat better. And Ren watched in both amazement and amusement as her food rapidly disappeared.
"You really were hungry," he laughed.
"Well considering the fact that I started my morning off doing the exact opposite of eating—yes. I was starving."
"Shitting? The day-after-drinking-shits are the worst."
