𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬

✭ 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐝 ✭

My head is banging. Like full on vibrating.

I've never been this hangover before.

And there's something heavy on my chest.

Wincing, I try to open my eyes, the sun shining in from the curtains making it virtually impossible.

Where the fuck am I?

A male groan fills the room, and it shakes my body too, and it all comes back to me

Movies. Alcohol. Vincent. Drunk.

Vincent.

I remember virtually everything from last night, except how I fell asleep.

Weird.

The thing on my chest moves, and I let out a scream with my eyes closed.

"Shut the fuck up!" A male voice, which I suppose is Vincent, croaks out.

Which makes me wince. "Fuck!" I yell anyway. "Get off me!" I push at his head and he groans louder and rolls off me.

"Fucking hell." He mutters as he scoots up and leans on the couch, while I also scoot up and lean on the headboard of the couch.

"What's the time." I say, blinking away the sleep in my eyes.

"12:46pm." He says, and gets up. He shakes out his pants, and stretches, wincing doing so. "I knew mixing those drinks was a bad idea."

"It really was." I hiccup.

I get up from the couch, and run a hand through my hair. "I have to go fucking wedding dress shopping." I groan out loud.

"Take some Advil, and a shower." He adds,

"Are you saying I stink?" I accuse, and he reeks back, looking afraid. "You're such a turd." I adjust my top, and pull up my sweatpants.

"Asshole, ass, fuckboy. Turd?" He lists. "The names keep getting better."

"Do you remember anything from last night.?" I ask.

Something flashes in his stormy gray eyes, but it's gone as quickly as it came. "Nope. Nothing. Nada. Nyet."

I stare at him confused. "Did you just speak Russian?" I scratch my head and smile softly, shaking my head.