Steve woke upon the couch, accompanied by a sleeping John. Steve blindly reached for the windows. He opened the blinds, rays of sunlight reflecting on his feathers. He flapped his wings around in panic. "Ow! My damn eyes..." Steve looked over at the birb dreaming beside him. "John? John..." Steve nudged his friend lightly, letting out a low sigh. They got way to drunk. Just then, Steve felt the worst hangover hit him. He stumbled back, holding his head in pain. Well, thanks for forcing him drink alcohol. Steve hunched himself against the couch, trying to keep himself steady. The loud sound of Steve falling woke John up and he immediately rushed to the limping birb. Steve pushed his head into John's wings, his vision slightly fading.
As he was about to blackout, the door swung open. Ann- who forgot how to walk, was being dragged by Carrie, Tim and Derrick drunkenly talking, and nub, who was sitting as flat as a pancake on the doorstep. "Steve? OH DOG! Are you okay?" Carrie squawked. Steve weakly whimpered. "What happened?!" Tim chirped. "It's just his first hangover, he'll be fine." John spoke. "But we should help him before he passes out." The group carried Steve upstairs to his room. Steve was propped up on pillows. Ann took some medicine out of her bag, flashing a look to nub. Oh right, no way in hell will Steve take it. Nub shook their head and signed; "what are we gonna do?" Ann didn't know. "Who volunteers tribute?" She said. John slowly raised his wing. Ann nodded and handed him the medication.
"Okay Steve, please, can you take this?" Steve hesitated, but nodded. Okay, okay. You can do this. See said to himself. John placed the pill on Steve's tonuge, and gave him the water. Steve took the glass and swished the water into his beak. He swallowed the pill easily, everyone stared in shock. Steve would never take medicine. The flock walked out of the room, leaving Steve alone. He fell asleep on the pillows.
Aw~~
