The Tequila Gang (completed)

Chapter Five ➰

Tia's POV

"YOU DID WHAT?"

"TIA I CANT BELIEVE YOU!"

"THATS DISGUSTING YET HIGHLY AMUSING!"

Just one minute silence is that too much to ask for nowadays?

Oh god shut up, shut up, shut up, I had the worst headache. It almost feels like ten sumo wrestlers are belly flopping onto my poor head. This is the part where I tell myself that famous one liner over and over again; 'I'm never drinking again.' But I'm full of shit because you can guarantee I'll drink again.

And it'll probably be today, because what makes you bad makes you better right?

"YOU THREW UP ON HIM?"

Still not stopping. Lord why am I being punished this bad? I don't mind her barging into my room but if she could just tone it down to a respectable whisper, I'd be eternally grateful. "I honestly can't believe it."

"Please Lyd stop shouting." I asked her nicely, as nice as you can be to someone who's screeching at you like a banshee at 9am in the freaking morning.

Yes, I'd had the lovely ordeal of Lydia barging into my room this morning demanding I fill her in on absolutely everything that occurred last night, as I was apparently in no fit state to do so when I practically fell through the front door at 1am. Partially her fault, she did leave me at a party with a random stranger while I was intoxicated. Why is she even my best friend?

This is so all her fault.

Least she didn't leave me with some ugly guy though. The situation could of been way worse, however I wouldn't be surprised if he never spoke to me again, after my antics. I wouldn't speak to me again.

I told her what I could remember, which to be honest didn't feel like a great lot, the bit I remember was Hunter coming outside with a bottle of tequila and sharing it rather generously. We had various shots, talked about life, my life more than anything, then I fell over and the contents of my stomach ended up on his shoes.

After that? Complete blur, couldn't remember a bloody thing.

"Tia you threw up on him though! This is fucking brilliant!" she laughed. "And really quite disgusting, ew you should brush your teeth." She pulled her face back slowly, keeping her distance. I covered my face with my hands groaning loudly, this was far from brilliant I was so wasted. Yep I'd definitely say it was the most embarrassing thing to ever occur in my god damn life.

All I had to do was avoid him. FOREVER.

"And you don't remember anything else?" She asked me. I racked my brains for any memory, any at all that could explain how the hell I got home last night and how Hunter reacted to me throwing up on his shoes, probably thinks I'm a tramp. The tramp that got so wasted she threw up over him, classy.

"Nope." I was telling the truth, racking my brain was pointless because I couldn't remember a single fucking thing.

Tequila is some good shit.

"It was really quite funny, when you fell through the door last night you know." she paused to laugh at the memory she was clearly reliving, great more shame, just what I needed in my fragile state.

"You were thanking Hunter for taking you to McDonald's, you then decided to stroke his face and told him he was much more cuter than Ronald McDonald." I'm glad she found it so amusing.