Call it Fate, Call it Karma

Gross

Another day, another hangover. I woke up at about midday and pried myself off the bathroom floor. I was glad I woke up in the bathroom, because that probably meant I hadn't puked all over my bed, myself or someone else.

After washing my face and taking a drink, I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed. I realised I wasn't alone when I heard groaning. I snapped my trail of vision to the bathtub to see Albert sleeping, half sitting up in an awkward position. He looked quite uncomfortable so I decided I'd wake him up. "Yo, Junior!" My shout echoed throughout the bathroom and Albert opened one eye, squinting up at me. "Good morning!" I greeted him with a smile. "Why is someone always passed out in the bathtub?" Wondering aloud, I brushed my hair.

"It's the closest thing to a bed I could get." he said, slowly sitting up. "Two people were fucking in mine and Adam got the couch, so...it was the next best thing." He straightened out a kink in his neck with a painful sounding crack and blinked rapidly as he crawled out of the tub, then sitting on the edge.

"Man, you look like shit." I laughed, taking in his appearance. His afro was flattened on one side and his eyes were bloodshot and barely open. I threw the brush to him with a wink.

"As do you." he croaked.

I nodded. "Touché."

"Time to kick everyone out." Albert said, finally standing up and stretching his arms above his head. "Would you like to do the honors with me?"

"Sure thing." I nodded, taking his hand and excitedly pulling him out into the living area. I ran into the kitchen, stepping over some people and grabbed a spoon and a pot. "Up and at 'em, losers! Time to go!" I screeched, banging on the pot with the spoon.

Albert looked impressed. "Creative."

"If you haven't spoken to me before last night, get out!" I pranced about the whole apartment, rudely waking everyone up.

Ten minutes later, a hoard of tired, hungover strangers mouthed profanities to themselves as Albert showed them out the door.

"Sorry, guys!" I said as they all walked out, then turning to Adam who was still laying on the couch. "We can only afford to feed a few of you scoundrels!"

Adam smiled up at me and laughed. "What's for breakfast?"

"Anything you want if you get rid of those bottles." said Albert, pointing to several empty booze bottle taking up the counter space.

Once everyone had left, I left Albert in charge of breakfast as I searched the apartment for the rest of the gang. I found Julian and Fab in my bed, Nick smoking on my balcony, and Nikolai on the floor in Albert's room, using a pile of dirty clothes for a pillow.

"Where are Kimya and Karen?" I asked with a furrowed brow as I fell onto the couch next to Adam. "I hope they didn't think I was including them when I told everyone to leave."

"Kimya works early," said Adam. "...and I saw Karen leave with some people last night."

"Shit, you remember last night?" I said with a laugh. "I can't remember shit." I tried to think, but every time I did, I got a raging headache so I just gave up.

"I didn't really drink." he said. "I just got super high."

"I should've done that." I said, rubbing my throbbing temples. "I feel like shit."

"You should see if Julian's alive!" shouted Albert over some sizzling bacon. "I saw him with a bottle of tequila last night, so..."

"Oh, shit." I jumped up and ran into my room. Julian was breathing, much to my surprise. I thought for sure he would've choked on his vomit and died or something. Taking a slight running jump, I pounced on top of Fab and wriggled over so I was sitting between the two.

"Oh, my god." Fab coughed, clutching his stomach where I must've landed. "What the fuck was that for?"

"Sorry, Fabbie." I said with a giggle. "Just checking in to see if you two are alive."

He groaned. "I barely am now."

I turned over to see that Julian was still fast asleep. Shaking my head, I turned to Fab and sighed. "He fell victim to tequila last night."

"Yeah, I watched him throw up for two hours." Fab said with a yawn as he slowly sat up. "You were pretty fucked up too."

"Really? I don't feel too bad." I shrugged. "Like, I feel awful, but it's not so bad to the point where I'll complain all day."

A mischievous smirk appeared on Fab's head as he coolly rested his arms behind his head. "You jumped up on the table to dance and were about to flash your tits at one point because everyone was cheering, but Nikolai pulled you off and gave you a joint to distract you. It was crazy! You went into full stripper mode."

I slapped a hand to my face and groaned. "That's so fucking embarrassing! I'll have to thank Niko later. And why do you remember all this? Were you in the stoner circle too?"

"Yep!"

Nick popped out from behind the curtains of my balcony, cigarette in hand. "Nikolai's such a party pooper. We almost saw some boob!"

"Jesus, Nick!" I screeched, waking Julian up. "I forgot you were out there! And ew!"

"W-What's going on?" Julian mumbled into the pillow.

"Good afternoon." I greeted him with a nod.

"Nick wants to see your girlfriend's tits." Fab said, snickering like a little kid.

"What the hell, Fab?!" I spat as I slapped him. "I'm not his..." I froze and swallowed a lump in my throat. "...ugh, just be quiet!"

"Fuck you, Valensi." Julian said, groaning as he slowly sat up and looked around, rubbing his eyes. "Get out, pervert."

Nick walked over to him, kissed him on the cheek and stuck his cigarette in Julian's mouth, all with a smirk, before he laughed and left the room.

"Sly little bastard." I mumbled to myself. "Nick wanting to see me topless is giving me mad incest vibes. I know we aren't related, but come on! Gross!"

Fab took the cigarette out of Julian's mouth and finished it off. "Double gross."

"I'll sort him out." said Julian, raising a fist in the air. He jumped out of bed and looked like he was ready to go and tackle Nick, but froze as his face scrunched up.

I raised a brow. "Headache?"

"Mhm." He nodded, then slowly walking out of the room, he mumbled, "I'll get that little creep later."