Cup of Roasted Coffee

10; let me puke in your lap

The next morning, Emma woke up with at 10 am with an insanely awful headache on a stranger's couch. She took in her surroundings, though they were mostly blurry. Her head felt like it was on someone's lap and a warm hand could be felt on her back. Also, she was going to need a bucket soon or else the carpet below her was going to need a cleaning. What happened last night?

"Oh, Emma, you're up," she heard Bill's voice and the sound of footsteps walking towards her. Suddenly, someone was helping her stand up(she assumed it was Bill) and slowly began to lead her to the kitchen counter. "Can I get you anything? Water? Food?"

Emma shook her head, instantly regretting it. Ok, she probably should ask for something. "Maybe...some water? And a bucket or something if you have one."

"A bucket? Why would you need- oh!" She could hear him run off to find something would work. Sooner than she had anticipated, a plastic bag was shoved into one of her hands and a cup of water in the other. She mumbled out a thanks and chugged of the water as she could. By now, her vision was beginning to clear up and she could get a better feel of the room.

"Am I the first one to wake up?" Emma turned to Bill, blinking a few times. He was busy making breakfast. It smelt pretty good. She figured out it was bacon and eggs by the aroma alone.

"Ted and Melissa woke up earlier but went back to sleep. We're the only ones up right now I think."

She eyebrows knitted together. "Then...why are you making breakfast if no one's up?"

"Better safe than sorry." The conversation came to an abrupt end after that, the sound of bacon sizzling the only thing that could be heard. Neither was sure of what to say. Bill eventually turned towards her when he had some time.

"Bacon?" He lifted a plate in the air and offered it to her.

"Oh, I'm fine, than-"

"Hell yeah. Thanks, man," Ted strutted in and took the plate from Bill, sitting down next to Emma at the counter. He looked down at the crabby barista who seemed confused. "You want some?"

"How the hell don't you feel like absolute shit?" was all she could say. The main response she got was Ted ruffling her hair. Sadly for both of them, the action made her throw up right away. All over Ted's lap. It was loud, too. 10/10 vomit.

Perfect timing, too, because Paul, tired as ever, walked in as soon as the scene unfolded. "Ted, what the hell?" he rushed to Emma's side and held her hair back. "Bill, can you pour a cup of water?" A series of coughs came from Emma and he continued to aid her, guiding her to sit up and breath slowly.

Bill did as told and handed the glass to the sick girl. Even if Paul had to help her drink some of the water, everything seemed to work out. "Oh my god, that was awful." Her figure fell against Paul, exhausted.

Everyone's heads turned to see who was up when footsteps came down the hallway. "Good mornin- woah what happened? Is she ok?" Melissa took in the scene and joined Paul's side to rub her friend's back.

"Just peachy!" Emma stated sarcastically before anyone else could get the chance.

"Ted just-"

"I did it, it was my fault," Ted piped up, raising his hand. "I'm used to having headaches when I wake up after drinking, I didn't think about Emma. I deserved that." He nodded to confirm that that's what he wanted to do. "I'm sorry, Emma."