//phil//
i wake up to the sun hitting my face and birds chirping. i fell asleep outside. theres bottles of vodka and cans of beer everywhere on the ground and in the pool. someone fell asleep on a floaty, the ones that inflate like beds. my head starts pounding and i get up to walk inside. everyone else is still asleep apart from the obvious person vomiting upstairs. i walk up, hoping to find curly boy but find nothing but more drunk and passed out people. someone else gets up from the third floor and again, i walk up there. when i get there, i rush into the bathroom and throw up in the toilet.
"had too much to drink last night, blue boy?" the familiar voice asks me.
"yeah." i say and throw up again.
"hurry up, ive been fighting the vile since three in the morning." curly boy says.
"use the other one." i say.
"you would think people are smarter but they think that one is the only one." he says.
i flush the toilet and sit down against the wall, too tired and weak to get up. curly boy starts vomiting.
"how much did you drink last night?" i frown.
"a bunch of vodka and a screwdriver or two." he says and throws up a few more times, "i feel like shit."
"you drank a lot." i say.
"how much did you drink?" he asks.
"a bunch of vodka and more vodka. just a lot of vodka." i say, "uh- do you."
"you have a bruise on your cheek." curly boy frowns.
"guess i got into a fight." i shrug.
i sigh and think for a while.
"do you want to go out and get some food?" i ask.
"lets go to dennys." he says, "the hangover restaurant everyone knows and loves."
"youre a dork, curly hair." i laugh.
"thank you." he smiles, "lets go."
we get up and walk outside, flinching at the sunlight.
"bad idea, sunlight doesnt help with hangovers." curly boy says and closes his eyes while holding on to my arm.
"youre holding on really tight." i say.
"i cant see and i dont want to fall on my face." he says.
we get in the car and sit in it for a while until we get used to the bright lighting.
"help me find my keys." i say.
"what the fuck do you mean, dont you have them on you?" he asks.
"yes, because im smart enough to bring my keys to a party with hundreds of people mad drunk." i say.
"youve got a point there." he says and starts looking around.
"check the glove compartment." i say as i look in the cupholders and on the floor.
"here." he says and hands me the keys.
"thank you." i say and start driving to a dennys three miles away.
"dont you have an advil or anything?" he asks.
i look around and find a bottle of advil in the car door side. i hand him a pill and get one for myself then hand him a water bottle.
"thank you." he says.
we get off and go inside the restaurant and order food and drinks.
"what is- shit. i forgot what i was going to ask." curly boy says, "oh, what- wait no. never mind, i forgot again."
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