hungover

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Joe woke up to a nonstop pounding in his head.

"Jesus Christ" he mumbled

It felt as if someone was repeatedly kicking him in the head. He let out a deep, heavy sigh as he fully opened his eyes, remembering the strangest dream. Some dude, a boyfriend, Christmas. Whatever, it was just a dream.

He stared up at the ceiling then towards the clock on the wall.
Shit, it's 8:00 AM, he's gonna be late for work. Joe scrambled around his room, gathering everything he needs for the day, phone, keys, wallet, tote, and headphones. He put on an old sweater and a pair of faded jeans and looked at himself in the mirror. Damn, he looked like shit, his hair was scattered everywhere, and the bags under his eyes were terrible.
What happened last night? Doesn't matter. Joe chose to brush it off and hurried out the door.

What the hell happened last night?
All he can remember was going to a bar and then- oh, now he remembers.
He remembers a blonde boy and a bar, but nothing more than that.

As he's walking to the cafe, he checks his watch 8:10. Huh, that gives Joe an extra 15 minutes to get breakfast. He decided to walk into a bakery and sit for a bit, trying to recall the events from last night.

"Okay rethink this again Joe."

He whispered to himself.

"It was Sunday evening, you went to have a drink because why not, you saw a blonde dude, you went over to talk to him and then what?"

He thought for a few more minutes before getting his coffee and croissant. 8:23, better get going. He'll think about it later.

Joe walked into the cafe, greeted by a half dead Gwilym.

"Oi, good morning Joe."

"Morning G."

"Christ man, you look like shit, what happened?"

"I went out and saw some dude, so I went to talk to him but I don't remember."

"Hm, did you go home with him?"

Gwilym slyly asked.

"No, cause everything looked intact at when I woke up."

Gwilym smirked, and looked at Joe.

"Have you checked your neck?"

What? Wha- oh, OH

"I have a hickey?!" Joe hissed.

"Yes, have you not checked the mirror?"   Gwil laughed

Joe slammed his head on a nearby wall as he reached for his hat and apron. This was gonna be a long day, speaking of which, his headache hasn't gone away. He made himself a cup of tea and began preparing the kitchen for the day.

9:00 AM. The official start to Joe's day.

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Joe's 11:30 break rolled around, and since no good restaurants were open, he decided to check out the local record shop

"Hey Gwil, I'm gonna head out, I'll be back in about 20 minutes."

"Cool, be safe"

The walk to the store was a bit longer than anticipated but he made it. The first thing he saw when he opened the door and 2 guys arguing.

One of them looked familiar- oh, oh no. It clicked. That's the dude from last night! The blonde one, he surprisingly greeted him.

"Hi! Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Uh, no thank you."

Joe quickly responded

Joe turned red and he just scurried off into a random isle. From the other side of the small store, he could hear the 2 guys arguing.

"Oh shit! Should I say something, should I talk to him...do you think he even remembers me?"

"Uhhh, I'm pretty fucking sure he remembered you Ben! He literally turned red as a cherry when he saw you!"

That only confirms it, that was definitely the dude from last night.
Joe picked out a random record and went to the cash register, where the 2 guys where arguing, just to get a better look at the guy. When no one turned around to notice him, Joe gave a fake, dry, "give me attention" cough.

"Ahem."

The blonde dude turned around and started talking but Joe kind of just zoned out, he took in every detail of the dude and overall, he wasn't a bad looking guy, and this all felt strangely familiar, when Joe had snapped out of his daydream, he was already walking out the door. Something told him to turn around and say something to the dude, so he did.

"If you wanna talk about what happened last night, meet me at Madaline's at 12:30."

There, that was it. This could change everything. Was Joe still kinda drunk when he made that decision? Maybe. Would he regret it? probably. Was this all just some fucked up dream? Who knows. Joe doesn't.

Hungover

The End.