BRIAN'S P.O.V....
Waking up in a strange room, with no memory from the night before hand, the familiar feeling of panic began to rush through my body once again. I knew I always had tendencies to mess up, especially when I had been drinking, but surely I knew better than to put myself - and Jess especially - through this clusterfuck again. The steady breathing of another person filled the room and I was almost too terrified to find out who the light snoring belonged to. Mentally preparing myself, I quietly moved to look over my shoulder without waking whoever said person may be, just in case it happened to be a remake of that disastrous night in Chicago. If that were to be the case, then I needed to make my exit before she noticed my existence. Peering over my bare shoulder, relief surging through my veins as I was met with the one person that I had begun to grow accustomed to waking up next to. The confusion never left my body, however. I still had no idea where we were. I knew when the two of us were together, trouble usually followed in some shape or form so I climbed out of bed to venture my new surroundings to make sure that we hadn't decided to break into someone's home in a drunken rage.
Pulling on my pants and shirt from the floor, I crept quietly into the hallway, trying my best not to wake Jess in the process. The closer I got to the stairs, the more I could begin to make out voices coming from beneath me, and familiar voices at that. At least everything I had thought to be bad this morning was turning out to be the complete opposite. As much as the beginning of 2016 seemed to be starting out on the right foot, I was almost certain that this kind of good luck would not be something that would follow me. I had a lot to come clean with this year, and the backlash of that would definitely not be something in the good luck category.
As I walked into the kitchen, Joe greeted me. Along with Murr who was sat on a stool at the counter, eating some of the food that Joe was cooking.
"Morning buddy, I was just making you guys some breakfast. Well..lunch" Joe said, looking down at his watch.
"Where the heck are we?" I questioned. Gaining a small laugh out of Murr.
"We're at my place. I guess you'd know that if you could willingly manage staying out of Staten Island for longer than an hour or two of your life" Joe retorted.
"And deal with the people of the world? Now why would he want to do a thing like that?" Murr added into the ganging up.
"Here, Hermit. Get this down your gullet" Joe chuckled, sliding a bacon sandwich on a plate in front of me.
"Thanks man" I replied, picking up the pieces of bread and taking a bite. If there was one definite way to cure a hangover, a bacon sandwich was always the go to.
I could hear the patter of footsteps moving with quite the pace along the upstairs hallway, before a door slammed, followed by the sound of someone vomitting.
"Guessing Jess is awake. Those youngin's can't handle their liquor like us elders" Joe joked.
"Shut up, man" I laughed whilst shaking my head, taking another bite of my sandwich.
"Shouldn't you go and check on her?" Murr asked, sounding worried.
"Why would I need to? It's a hangover, you throw up, it's what happens. I'm also sure the last thing she'd want is for someone all up in her face, especially if that person stunk of a delightful as fuck bacon sandwich" I replied, holding up the leftover contents of my sandwich.
"Ah, Q, forever the caring, chivalrous boyfriend." Joe chimed in.
"I'm not her.. You know what never mind. She'll be down when she's down. You got any aspirin or something? And maybe open a window to let the smell out for when she does? Is that enough romance for ya?"
