Saving Elliot ©2015 Sydney Wray

Chapter 20-Hangovers and Discussions

A knock sounded on my door, and my eye's cracked open a slit.

Pounding slammed into my head, feeling like it was going to implode.

"Sir?" It was Damion's voice.

I lifted my head a fraction-but not too high; my head was still swarming violently. I was on the ground near my bed still clothed in yesterday's suit and blazer. Well, brownie points to Drunk-Elliot who managed to land near the bed.

The door cracked open a bit. "Elliot? I have water, and aspirin for you."

I groaned in reply. Why was he screaming? "Damion, not so loud."

"Yeah, not so loud." Jaxx's voice came from nearby. I have to say, I was mildly horrified.

He chuckled in return, only it sounded like loud bursts of laughter. "Elliot's first hangover."

My mouth felt like sandpaper and my nose ached. I mumbled against the ground. "I'm thirsty."

"I'll get you more water. In the mean time, take that aspirin."

I heard retreating footsteps, and tried to recall the events of last night. Only tiny bits resurfaced, but it was enough to make me cringe.

"Jaxxy. Waxy. Taxi." I mumbled, reaching for Jaxx's hair. It looked so soft. I just wanted to feel it. "You're so pretty."

She giggled. "I know."

"Jaxxy?"

My vision was blurred.

"Mm?"

"Why are you spinning?" I asked.

She laughed like it was the funniest thing I've ever said. "I'm not, silly. You are!"

"No, you!" I mumbled, unable to hold my head up so I let it loll to the side.

"We should goooo."

"Not yet." I whined. "One more song."

Jaxx pouted. "They turned it off."

Everyone was gone in the bar and we were the last remaining.

Junky came to stand in the middle of us. "Okay, kiddos. We're closing. You gotta leave."

I reached out towards her nose, my finger getting closer. "You're pretty too. But not as pretty as Hailey. Oh no."

"Hailey?" She made a face, then shook her head. "Whatever. You need to leave."

"Aw, come on. Don't be a party pooper." I whined.

Jaxx nodded feverishly beside me on the stool.

Junky grabbed my arm, hoisting me to my feet. "Come on, preppy. Get up."

I glanced at Jaxx, and saw she had fallen dead asleep on the counter with her mouth propped open.

"Oh great." Junky muttered next to me.

"Junky?"

"My name is Jenny." She corrected me again.

"Okay. Junky?"

Junky sighed.

"Can I sleep here? Just for right now. I promise, I'll be gone in the morning."' I pleaded, staring into her eyes.

"No," she deadpanned, "You can't."

"Why not?"

"Because you're drunk. And I'm tired and not in the mood to babysit."