After - The Society Fanfic.

16.

The bright light blinds Gwen even though her eyes are shut. She groans, rolling over and off the sofa. She's still wearing her dress, there's a bucket on the table and a blanket tangled around her legs. She groans as the pounding starts at the back of her head and marches its way forward. She sits up, rubbing her eyes, squinting open, the light still hurting her. She holds out her hands, feeling a sensation rise from her stomach. Being as still as possible, making sure not to move or focus on the pounding, she manages not to puke. Maybe the shot competition last night had been a bad idea. She chuckles to herself. No, she's lying, it wasn't a bad idea, she kicked everyone's asses.

She struggles to her feet, grabbing her head as she watches the room spin. She needs coffee. Oh, and a bacon roll! God, she'd love a bacon roll. Times like this she wishes the rationing didn't exist. She sighs. No, the rationing stops everyone from starving. She grabs her phone and heads to the kitchen.

The place is a mess. Grizz would not like it. Bean is terrible at leaving books and bits of paper all about the place and Mickey was one to kick off shoes and dump jackets wherever. Gwen had to admit she could be a little messy. Just a little though. Bean and Mickey disagree but she doesn't care. She gathers some of the papers placing them in a pile on the edge of one of the kitchen counters. Best not to through anything away, there might be something important on these. Due to the fact, Grizz didn't drink coffee but still accepted his rations on it, they had a nice stash. No bacon though. Her stomach gurgles but not in a hungry way. Maybe bacon wouldn't go down well. Dry toast it is.

She clumsily makes a breakfast fit for a hungover queen, leaving a trail of crumbs and mess behind her. She'll blame it on Mickey. She sits back in the living room, flicking through the photos on her phone. She laughs as she watches the drunk videos. How did Eden sleep through all of that? Her mood sours as she gets to the end of one video where she breaks a glass and Campbell appears at the end before the recording quickly finishes. She really did not like Campbell. There was something off about him too. She shivers thinking about him. He phone buzzes. It's a message from Allie.

Did Grizz go home with you guys last night? A.

Gwen frowns. She doesn't really remember coming home last night. Gwen remembers winning the shot contest, dancing and then BAM, rolling off the sofa this morning. She is slightly annoyed she was put on the sofa; she does sleep in a room here. Maybe Grizz was here. She heaves herself up, the sick feeling has lessened but the pounding headache hasn't. She grabs Grizz's sunglasses from the pot by the front door. This house is really too bright. She searches the first floor to begin with, but no sign of Grizz and then makes her way through the rooms upstairs. She doesn't bother where Bean and Mickey are sleeping, he wouldn't bunk with them. Gwen honestly believes he's not here as he probably would have drawn something on her face before passing out in his bed. Her face is...covered in makeup but nonetheless, drawingless. Grizz ain't here.

Not here. I thought he had to stay at yours? G.

Did Grizz pass out at Becca's? She hadn't thought he'd drank that much. Her phone buzzes.

He's not here. Is he at Becca's? She's not answering my messages. Can you go check? A.

Gwen groans. Why does she have to go check? Sleeping helps get rid of hangovers not going on search and rescue missions. Especially if he's just passed out at theirs. If that's the case, she will go mental at him.

Gwen changes into the comfiest, cosiest clothes she had at Grizz's. She still needed to finish moving everything into here. She's happy she has her hat, scarf and gloves. It takes her longer than usual to shove everything on because every time she leans over the sick feeling intensified. She's keeping the sunglasses on.