Heart of a Warrior

Hangovers

"SKDHVSGLKERGOIASHFLKWRHGWRVB." I groan into my pillow as I roll over on the cushy mattress. I remember bits and pieces of last night. All of a sudden every memory floods my mind as I awaken more. My slight headache has augmented into a migraine.

As I get up I embark on a mission to the bathroom. I walk to where the door is but I walk into a wall instead. Where the hell is the door! As I look around the room I realize that it's not mine. The walls are a dark amber and the dressers and bed are made of a sleek mahogany while the duvet is a soft cream and the floor match the dressers.

I stalk to the other side of the room and open the door to reveal a flat that is an open floor plan. I make my way towards the sofa and see a neatly folded stack of crisp white sheets on the arm of it. I came to a conclusion that Evan has bequeathed his bed to me last night so I would be comfortable.

At first I wanted to expunge the memories of last night but then again it was the most fun I've had in a while. Evan made me feel alive again. He made me laugh to the point of cramps and tears and he was so sweet and benevolent when he put me to bed...just like I was a child.

"Good morning sunshine. How did you sleep?" Evan walks in holding a glass of something that looks like it really shouldn't be in a glass.

"It was fantastic until I woke up." I laugh a little but I stop because my head throbs at the slight movements of my shoulders.

"well this is my panacea it will alleviate that killer hangover of yours. Mine is already half way gone." He holds out the glass to me expectantly.

"I don't know Evan..." I look at the glass of green in slight disgust.

"Drink a little of it or suffer Rach." He softly but explicitly chastises me in a slight brash manner and coerces me to take it.

I don't want any animosity between us so I take the glass and down half of it not giving myself time to muse about what it is made of. "Oh sweet Lord what is in that!!!" I sputter after I have swallowed the concoction.

Evan laughs at me." Don't worry it's a benefactor you just need to get past the taste first." As he continues to laugh at me while walking towards, what I presume to be, the kitchen.

"So tell me about yourself Evan. Who are you?" I ask teasingly.

"Well," he thinks for a moment, " I have no adversaries that I know of. My will and resolve is pliable to animals, children, and cars. I get a little nostalgic for my mom's savory fried chicken. My patience is finite. I want to ascertain a lot of things like what comes first? The chicken or the egg? I have sojourned in Italy for two of my years of college. My little sister does not have a malevolent bone in her body. And that's about it what about you?" Evan says while he starts to collect a loaf of bread, eggs, milk, cinnamon and sugar, and a large pan.

"Okay uhh lets see," I say ,"I have no use for duplicity. I seek fortitude in a lot of things. I retrogress a lot when I think of my past. I'm a pretty somber person but my personality can get a bit inclemented at times. I'm not one to repose I'm always on the go. I don't accede to anybody's demands and I'm not a insidious person by any means. I also don't agree with alienating people that's just wrong. and last but not least I'm clairvoyant and omniscient." I giggle as I give the last line of my little speech.

"You are so not clairvoyant and whatever you said." he shakes his head at me and begins to make French toast.

"Yes I am I come from a line of Russian gypsies." I tell him.

" Huh that ironic because you weren't very clairvoyant and omniscient last night, you had me driving around the whole damn city because you couldn't remember where you lived!" Evan doubles over the stove and falls to the floor because he is laughing so hard.

I deadpan," Ha ha ha very funny make fun of the hungover girl."

"It was! It was sooo funny!!!!" He says as he starts to climb the counters to help him stand.

" Whatever lets just eat ."