Fat Chance

Drunky Chunky

After standing in the rain for 10 minutes, I wandered back to the cafe to see if by any chance Wyatt was still there.

But nope. 

He was gone.

I didn't dare check my messages or try to message him. I had no reason to contact him anymore.

If he needed answers or anything else from me, he would go out of his way to get it. If he really wanted revenge, I wouldn't need to hurt him or myself by contacting him further. 

So I went back to the hotel. 

By this time, it was starting to get dark, I can't give you an exact time, the memories are so blurred. 

But all I know is that as soon as I got into my hotel room, I hit the mini bar. 

I can't remember how much I drank, but I do know that I drank nearly 200 dollars worth of alcohol. And Thankfully I didn't eat any of the snacks, because I would have probably thrown up even harder. 

All I remember is crying so fucking hard that I threw up everywhere, then blacked out, and then woke up and started drinking again to stop myself from crying. 

When I woke up the next day, my head was fucking POUNDING and my mouth was dry as hell. I got up to go pee and nearly died when I saw myself in the mirror. "Oh, yeah," I thought. "Makeup probably is supposed to be taken off before falling asleep." 

I walked out of the bathroom and surveyed the damage of the room. 

Whiskey bottles, Wine bottles, Beer Bottles, fucking EVERY KIND OF ALCOHOL BOTTLE THAT THERE COULD BE, were strewn all across the bed, a pile of throw up right next to the bed itself.

"You, Quinn Chewbacca," I thought to myself, "Are a fucking joke."

I forced myself, even with my splitting headache and constant urge to puke, to clean up all the bottles and the throw up, and then I got into the shower. 

The shower wasn't even to get myself clean, it was just to make me feel alive again, and not like roadkill. Hopefully It would help me not look like roadkill as well. But I may be asking too much with that one. 

After my shower, I DID feel a lot better. I took the remainder of my makeup off with fancy makeup remover lotion left in the bathroom. 

I put on some sweatpants and a hoodie, crawled into the bed I didn't ruin last night and checked my iPod. 

Thankfully, I didn't drunk text Wyatt or anyone else last night (neither did Alecia) but that means now I had to read Wyatt's messages he'd sent after yesterdays encounter while I was sober. 

Which almost makes me wish I would have drunk texted him, just so I'd know what he'd said. 

I opened his message and was surprised to find just 5 words.

"Meet me again tomorrow night."

I don't know if it was just the hangover, or maybe just my incompetence, but I had to stare at his text for 5 minutes in order for it to register in my brain. 

I texted back, "I fly back home tonight at midnight, so I guess we can meet up."

'Even though I don't get why you'd want to,' I secretly wanted to add. 

He texted back a few minutes later and we, conveniently, were flying out of the same airport.  His flight was for 2 am, and since we both had late flights at the same airport, we decided to meet up at the main food court near his departing gate, at 10 pm. 

It was only 5pm when I got his message, (YES I SLEPT THAT LATE BE QUIET), so I decided to get ready first and then pack my stuff early and check out early. 

I didn't fully get ready like I did yesterday, mainly because I just felt super shitty, but also because I didn't see the point anymore. Wyatt already knew, nothing was gonna help soothe his shock. 

But I still put on a bit of makeup, just mascara and eyeliner to make my eyes pop. I didn't do anything special hair wise, I just brushed it out really well and put some nice smelling detangler in it. 

There was nothing special for me to wear, I had only bought the one nice outfit, so I was just going to wear my sweatpants and hoodie. 

I sprayed myself with Rihanna's "RiRi", packed all of my stuff, and left the hotel for good.