Songs for this chapter;
Bon Iver- Skinny Love
Us- No Matter Where You Are
Bon Iver ft. St Vincent- Roslyn
Rain.
I woke up in Rocky's grey Bon Iver shirt and underwear, how that happened I don't know.
The others were up and cleaning the mess from last night.
"Guys, guys, stop," I whined, burying my head under the pillow.
"yeah, what she said," Ross groaned from across the room.
"How much did you guys drink?" Ratliff asked.
I held up both my hands.
"More than this many, I think I'm still drunk," I complained.
"Dude, where are your clothes?" Riker asked Ross.
"I lost them," Ross whined.
"I lost mine too," I replied, my head still buried under the pillow to drown out the noise of the glass bottles clinking together.
"I took them, you were like a hot water bottle," Rocky said, kneeling beside the bed.
"I brought you water and food," Rocky chuckled.
I pulled the pillow from my head.
"Oh, baby," Rocky chuckled. "You have the sexiest bed head."
"Fuck you," I retorted and took the pint of water. I chugged it in five seconds straight.
"Rain," Ross called.
"Yeah?" I replied.
No reply.
"What Ross?" I called back.
"I just threw up in my mouth," Ross announced.
"Gross," I whispered.
I smacked my lips together, my mouth tasted like a skunk died in it.
"Dude, I'm gonna puke." I threw the blankets off of me and rushed to the bathroom.
I groaned as the contents of my stomach was discarded into the toilet.
"Jesus," I squealed when I saw my reflection.
I made myself somewhat presentable, tying my hair into an extremely messy bun and brushing my teeth to get the taste out of my mouth.
"Nice bum, where ya from?" Ross chuckled when I came out of the bathroom.
I flipped him off and walked back to the bed, Ross and I were the only ones still in bed.
"Think you could eat anything?" Rocky asked as I wrapped myself up.
"No, thank you though."
I dozed in and of consciousness until around noon, then I forced myself to get up and join the rest of them. I refused to get dressed, Rocky's clothes smelled so good.
"Shit, where's my lighter?" I asked with a cigarette hanging loosely from my dry lips.
"I have it," Ross called, he was lying shirtless on the bed smoking a cigarette.
"You should ask first," I suggested.
"Whatever." He tossed the lighter and I caught it swiftly.
"Why do we always sit on the ground?" Riker asked as I sat between Rocky's legs, allowing him to rest his head on my back.
"Why not?" Ratliff shrugged.
