It's A Deal

1.2 | Meeting His Sister

Sapphire

"Rise and shine, chugs." A voice calls out to me from the doorway and I whine, turning onto my other side. "Come on, sleeping isn't gonna help that hangover."

"Yes, it is," I argue. "Now, go away."

"Okay, it is gonna help, but it's not gonna make it go away completely." He corrects himself, his voice getting closer to me. Suddenly, the sunlight shines brighter into the room and I lift the sheets over my head.

"Can you not?" I groan.

"How about this," he begins. "You eat the breakfast I made you, then you shower. After that, you can sleep in the rest of the day. How does that sound?"

"Sounds like I have to get out of bed."

He laughs, "Well, obviously."

"Just a few more minutes."

"You're into cold pancakes?" He questions, his voice now returning to the doorway. "I prefer them nice and warm — the steam still coming off them — but that's on you."

Groaning, I rub the sleep out of my eyes and shield them from the sun invading my room. I sit up and yawn, stretching my arms over my head.

"Alright, hand them over." I reach a hand out, sitting up against the headboard. "Thank you, by the way."

"No prob," he grins as he nears my side of the bed, setting the bed tray down in front of me. "How are you feeling?"

"Honestly?" I begin, taking a bite of the pancakes. "Not too bad."

He hums in thought, "Looks like you can hold your liquor, huh?"

"At first I would get really sick, but since I just kept chugging every time I drank, I guess I became kind of immune to the after effects." I pause to take another bite. "Don't get me wrong, my head still hurts and I feel nauseous. But compared to how I used to feel, it's bearable. I'm sure it has a lot to do with the fact that I got up in the middle of the night to drink three more cups of water, though. Hangovers basically happen because your body is dehydrated."

He nods in acknowledgment, lowering himself onto the bed beside me. "So, do you always drink like that?"

I shut my eyes tightly, trying to get rid of my grainy vision. Resorting to rubbing them instead, I stand up to shut the blinds. "When I do drink, yes. I like the confidence it gives me and I like it to hit me fast." Retaking my seat, I peel the banana and take a bite.

"It's shocking how much you're able to drink." He comments. "Personally, I like to casually drink. I hardly ever let myself get wasted."

I fall flatly on my back and he joins me. Together, we stare up at the ceiling as we continue to make casual conversation, all the while I'm just in a bra. The fact that he doesn't pay much mind to it makes me smile, though. At least I'm not renting a room from a pervert.

"Would it be wrong if I slept with someone else as I'm trying to heal?"

The question catches me off guard, and I turn my head in his direction. He turns on his side to face me, so that we're face-to-face. I take a moment to think about my response. "I don't know. It's not recommended because you can end up hurting yourself even more. But it's really your choice to make."