pyromaniac ; Ethan Torchio

fans and hangovers

-the next morning-

Ouch

I slowly roll on my back and a sharp pain pierces my head. My eyes I keep shut, knowing that as soon as daylight hits my eyes, I probably won't be able to keep the contents of my stomach inside. Of course I know my limits but yesterday was an absolute exception... I mean how often do you win the Eurovision Song Contest?

After a few minutes pass by and I am used to my head feeling like a squashed tomato, I dare to open my eyes. To my misfortune there is a beam of sunlight which made its way through a tiny slit in the curtain directly to my face. I squint my eyes together again.

I finally make it out of bed and feel sick as I walk to the bathroom, my eyes stick to the floor because I feel quite dizzy.

In the bathroom I first think I have to vomit but luckily it isn't that bad. After I pee I look at myself in the mirror and see my eyeliner is totally smudged across my face. I remove my makeup-up and take a cold shower. It feels terrible but I know that I need this.

I walk back into the hotel room feeling like a new person when I look at Thomas' bed, he is still fast asleep. My gaze moves to the end of his bed where I now see a blonde woman sitting, she is looking right at me.

In shock I gasp and with that swallow up to much air and start coughing dramatically. The girls face turns into an apologetic expression as she stands up and buttons up her pants. She quickly grabs her shoes and walks past me to the door.

"Have a great day!"

I watch the door close behind her with an open mouth and then turn to Thomas whom I woke with my cough. He covers his naked body with the blanket and looks at me with his tired little eyes. I grunt and shake my head at him but immediately regret it as my head starts hurting worse again.

"What's the matter, how late is it?" he groans with his raspy morning voice.

"Who was that?" I ask in disbelief already knowing the answer.

"We had sex..." he answers with a sheepish grin.

I raise my eyebrows but I'm not sure what to say.

"I'm going downstairs to smoke." I announce, put on my slippers and make my way out of the hotel room to the elevator.

It opens a few seconds after I press the button and I'm faced by Ethan and Damiano who look similarly as hungover as me. Ethan has his hair in a braid and wears sunglasses, Dami has pretty dark eye bags.

"Hey guys." I greet them halfhearted, go inside and start rolling a cigarette.

"Hi" Ethan mutters.

"We actually came to wake you guys up, we have to leave soon if we don't want to miss our flight." Damiano tells me.

"Thanks but Thomas is awake as well." I reply.

We go outside where a few benches amd bins are. It's the back entrance, a few other artists from the ESC are in the same hotel as us and people know that, to stay safe we don't just walk out the front door.

"Hungover?" Damiano asks.

I look up to him about to answer but the door behind us opens again. It's Thomas.

"Hello Mister I'm gonna fuck someone while Sofia is right in the next bed!" I greet my guitar colleague and blow the smoke right into his face.

"What?" Damiano laughs in disbelief.

"What if I had woken up?" I ask Thomas.

"You were welcome to join anyti-"

I cut Thomas off by punching him in his upper arm.