Septiplier is(n't) dead

Thanksgiving Day

November 23rd 2017
Thanksgiving
"Okay, so new plan, it's just gonna be you guys and I for thanksgiving this year..." Dee said as she walked out into the living room, to see Mark and I fairly well dressed. "Oh..." Mark said looking a little disappointed. "We are gonna see my family for Christmas." I explained Mark's sadness to Dee. "I'm sorry guys, you'll just have to meet them some other year, if you haven't looked outside, it's a blizzard." Dee said as she opened the shades. Everywhere was covered with fluffy looking snow, and you couldn't see anything besides white. "Jesus..." I said, I had seen snow before, just not this much. It was like fooking Antarctica!

A few hours later
"Babe, do you wanna make an Irish dish that we can eat?" Mark asked as he wrapped his arms around my waist, while I was getting some wine. I always felt a little guilty drinking in front of Mark, but I'm Irish, "It's like tap water to me." "Sure, what do you want me to make?" I asked, I was hoping it had something to do with potatoes. "Anything is fine, as long as you make it." Mark said as he grinned and walked away. I decided to make Irish potato candy, because it is delicious! They loved them, and I loved the food they made. I started to drink more, and I remember saying Sex with Mark was the best I ever had, and Mark pulling me toward our room.

The next morning
"Mark?" I mumbled as I woke up, I had a terrible headache. I fooked up... Mark wasn't in bed. I tried to get up but I got really nauseous. "Sean, you awake now?" Dee asked as she slowly opened the door. "Yeah, where's Mark?" I asked. "He's taking a shower... You... Uh... Threw up on him last night." She said sounding disgusted. "Oh..." I didn't think I was that drunk. "What did I drink last night?" "You drank a whole bottle of wine, and one and a half bottles of whiskey." She said with a concerned look on her face. "Jesus... That's why I'm so hungover." I chuckled. Mark walked in, "Hey babe, you feeling better?" "Kinda, I'm really hungover. Sorry I threw up on you..." I said as I rolled over on my other side. "That's okay, now I get to be your doctor! SHUT UP NURSE!" He said as he sat on the end of the bed. Oh good...