Finding The 10

3 - Hangover Cure

Eli's POV

"Good afternoon sleeping beauties." The all too familiar and chirpy voice of Beth, Marco's girlfriend, sings.

I moan loudly at the sound that wakes me and peek through hooded eyes at the cause.

Beth is standing tall in her stilettos with a basic pencil skirt and buttoned dress shirt ensemble. She must have come straight from her job at the bank.

Beth and Marco are the quintessential perfect couple. They rarely fight and are vomit inducingly cute. It's hard to watch just how attune they are to each other some days.

I sit up reluctantly and hold my head in my hands. It feels like my brain is in a vice grip.

The room spins as I lean back against the cushioned booth and I feel like vomiting.

My mouth tastes like stale alcohol and I smell worse than someone locked in the drunk tank. I definitely regret drinking so much last night.

As if I dreamt it to life, Beth passed both Marco and I a paper bag filled with greasy burgers. Our tried and true hangover cure.

"You're an angel." I say snatching the bag from her hands.

She smiles lightly and then sets her eyes to Marco. He is still struggling to stretch out his obviously cramped muscles. Sleeping in these booths are definitely hard on the back.

"Hey babe. I'm sorry I didn't make it home last night." Marco says while rubbing his eyes and finally standing to his full 6 foot frame.

"That's ok, hun. Frankie texted me and said you passed out." Beth replies while planting a kiss on Marco's cheek.

"Where is Frankie? Bitch got my keys." I ask as I begin to devour the double cheeseburger in front of me.

"She went home to sleep and said she will be back for her shift tonight. She said you guys had a pretty big night."

"Too big of you ask me." Marco replied before sliding into my booth followed by Beth. Soon Marco is tearing into his own burger just as I am.

"What time is it?" He asks between bites of delioucness.

"Just after 4pm." Beth says while looking at her gold watch that Marco brought for her birthday last year.

"Thank god. Enough time for a shower before we open." I utter. "Did Frankie leave my keys somewhere?"

"Yeah. I'll grab them." Beth says before heading over to the bar where my keys must be.

When she makes her way back over to us, she has a napkin in hand and is studying it closely.

"What's this?" She asks before sliding back into the booth next to Marco.

Marco casually looks at the napkin and starts to laugh as pieces of burger fly from his mouth.

"Oh man. I forgot about this. It's Eli's list of traits he wants his future wife to have."

My ears prick up and I struggle to remember what he is talking about. I remember him asking me questions about what my wife should be like but not much else.

I snatch the napkin from Marco and speed read. Oh good god. What the actual fuck did I say last night?

Before I can even set it down on the table, Marco snatches the paper napkin and begins reading aloud.

"Must want kids. Must be smart. Must be a dreamer. Must be realistic."

"I think those two cancel each other out." Beth laughs.