VAGUE

CHAPTER 6 (PART 1)

CHAPTER 6

-PART ONE-

Wrapped himself in the duvet, waves of nausea adding to misery. His brain felt like it would swell beyond the capacity of skull and now dehydration was too obvious to ignore.

"Damn, this hangover wants to kill me"

"Damn you Knight"

"Damn your fucking delicious rum"

His stomach lurched and gurgled, raised his heavy eyelids half way only for them to fall shut. He raised them again and swung his bare feet to the carpet.

"Perhaps some painkillers would help too."

It was cold and sticky underfoot,

"must have missed that earlier."

He sank back to the bed; too many jobs to do, so much mess and life's in tatters. He was more aware of his cracking headache than the layer of dehydrated saliva that coated on his cracked lips. Once on feet the room swayed almost causing to loose balance and reached out for the wall. His hand slipped along the high sheen paint and sprawled onto the carpet with a crashing thump. The room swirled before becoming stationary again and used the bedstead to pull himself to standing.

Again.

This feeling meant they'd had some fun the night before but somehow he can't remember any memory.

Maybe just a little memory.

He smacked his lips and his stomach turned in an unfriendly way. A fry up was probably the last thing he needed but he was going to have one anyway.

"Wonder if Lycko Louise was already awake."

...

From the pounding head, vomit taste in her mouth and dehydrated feeling she figured she must have been drinking heavily last night. Her throat felt like sandpaper.

It hurt to move.

It was like the flu only self-inflicted, which meant she'd get no sympathy from anyone. At least the curtains were still closed, she was always averse to bright light when she was hungover.

Maybe she could sleep it off.

She curled under the duvet and closed her eyes.

...

I still had a head that felt like an axe was planted in it. My eyesight struggled to cope with the daylight. With my brain still struggling to recover from the previous night's abuse.

I had very few options.

Reading would be impossible, the TV too garish, Lycko's haven't awake yet. So instead I elected to cook for myself and hers.

Dragged my heavy limbs into the kitchen to make a fry up. Eggs, bacon, sausages, perfect for a hangover. Thinking for any food that might help me to ease this painful shit inside my head.

It seems like I brought my leisure work here.

Grabbing ingredients from the fridge and pantry.

"Seems there's a feast for our breakfast" I smile as I grab the ingredients I needed.

Bacon

Egg

Shrimp and Steak? Why not?

Heating the pan, I grabbed an oil and pour unto it. The savoring aroma of bacon and eggs makes my hang over ease a little. After cooking some fry up. It's time for the main event.