The next morning was the worst thing to ever happen. It was Saturday, and everyone came back to our new place to crash, and we all woke up with some massive hangovers.
When Joey had left the bar yesterday, and left me with his number, I took a few minutes, basking in what had just happened, and then hopped over to my friends who clearly saw the whole exchange.
"We have to celebrate! I know how! I have a few bottles of something special back home, and we can all watch Les Mis and play the drinking game!" Jake really loved his alcohol, not that he was an alcoholic, but whenever there was something to celebrate, he would drink until his blood was booze. He also loved drinking games, especially the Les Mis one we made up a few years ago when we both got dumped right before Christmas.
So we played the game, with the same 25th Anniversary DVD we used the first time. 2 shots everytime the tune of a song is reprised, 1 everytime someone dies, and 3 everytime Nick Jonas looks scared.
Which is how we got here, Saturday morning, hungover off of whatever green liquid we drank, and hungry.
"Tell me again, why we have no breakfast food?" I ask, rummaging through the only cabinet that was full. I told them we should have gotten food before coming.
"Well, Peter had this strange idea, about a place called a super market, and we played nose-goes, but you were in the shower, so.." I raised my hand and stopped Mike right there, he was already talking too loud, and too much.
"Fine, I'll go, but I need cash and the list."
I got ready as fast as one hungover could get, but not as best. I threw my hair in a braid, put on some leggings, toms, and my old Candy Land shirt, from the first musical our troupe did together.
On the way out, I was blinded by the afternoon sun. I put on the first pair of glasses I found in the back of my small Toyota, and headed to the nearest place that sold food, which just happened to be the 7-Eleven.
I got out, and headed straight for the coffee machine, ignoring everything in my path, as soon as I paid for the coffee, I continued to search for everything else on the list, hoping it was in this quick stop shop.
"Well, hey there!" said a voice from behind me, I slowly turned around, and saw one Joey Richter.
"Oh, hey. Um, what are you doing here?"
"Remember when I told you I had a theatre group in college? We're more of a troupe, anyways, we are rehearsing a couple new performances right across the way." He pointed out the window at some big grey building.
"Oh, yea, Starkid!" I blurted out, so much for playing dumb.
He laughed, "Yea, that's us. Did I mention that lastnight, or did you already know?"
"I kinda already knew, but I didn't want to seem like some crazy ex fan."
"Ex fan? Woah, I'm kinda hurt," he said touching the left side of his chest, right over his heart, "that gets me right here."
Laughing I explained that with college, and trying to keep my scholarship, I didn't have much time between auditions, writing, school, and a job, so YouTube and Netflix were pretty much dead to me.
"You were really determined, huh?" He asked as we continued through the store, getting most of what I needed from the list.
"Well, it was either, keep a 3.0, or pay the other few thousand dollars, so I figured it would hurt a lot less to cut out a couple of things." I added, heading towards check out. He, getting in the line beside me. When he finished up, he began to leave, but then turned back to me.
