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Survival Skill 15: Thou must have a hangover

Survival Skill 15: Thou must have a hangover

Georgina Rodriguez

I woke up with the feeling of a jack hammer slamming its way through my skull. This must be the worst hangover of my life. I cuddled into my sheets more to distract me from the pain. The sun was already beating down through my window and I was guessing it was about 9 or 10 am in the morning. The last time I woke up this late was when we had Violet’s - 

Oh Sh*t! How bad was I last night?

Tok. Tok. Tok.

I cringed. That did not help my hangover.

Tok. Tok. Tok.

Oh my God! Make it stop!

Tok. Tok. Tok.

I sat up with the murder of whatever was making that sound in mind. Looking around, I saw Rex on my roof again, tapping loudly on my bedroom window.

Oh, yeah, definitely, murder.

I stood up but instantly regretted it as my head decided to pound heavier. Walking lightly because the harder I stomp, the more painful it got, I made my way to open the window to my grinning boyfriend.

“Good Morning, sunshine.” he greeted loudly. I cringed due to the volume of his voice. He noticed my expression and chuckled. “Oh, right,” he whispered then proceeded to climbing in my room.

“Hey! Did you ask permission to go inside?” I asked in annoyance. He rolled his eyes before giving me a canister. I looked at the canister in my hand. “What’s this?”

“Something to help with the hangover,” he said simply, laying on my bed and making himself comfortable.

I opened the canister and saw that it had a very common white liquid inside. “Milk?”

“It’s my Mom’s. She does something with milk in a pot and other stuff and whatever she adds actually helps with my hangover better.” he answered as he put his hands under his neck.

I looked at the contents curiously before taking a sip. It was creamier than the usual milk and it did taste better. I taste a tinge of cinnamon and some other taste but I just couldn’t recall it.

“So, how do you feel?” Rex asked casually, snapping me out of my reverie.

I put the lid back on and gave him a grim expression. “Like sh*t,”

Rex chuckled. “Ah, it’s always the innocent ones who get the worst hangovers.” I rolled my eyes as I sat on the edge of my bed. “You did some pretty weird stuff, last night.” Rex commented all of a sudden.

My head immediately snapped to his direction. “What did I do?!” I asked as a horrified expression slipped on my face.

“Well, to put it in a statement,” he said, sitting up and started tapping his chin, contemplating. “I won’t be hanging around you as much when you’re drunk and stuck in la la land.”

That didn’t sound good. “Tell me, what I did, Parker?!” I asked desperately as I grabbed his shirt.

“Whoa!” he exclaimed, raising his hands up in defense. “Okay, okay, okay, I’ll tell you.” I let go off his shirt and waited impatiently until he talks. He gave me a smirk before puffing out air as he started telling me the horrific details of last night. “You danced on this weird song called Get Ur Freak On with Joey, on top of a table in front of a large crowd,”