Honey Drip // Danny Wagner

Part II // Chapter XII

This will be the last chapter of Part II! It has been such a fun time to bring this fic back to life--another one I'm not even sure I'm ready to let go of, but when the time is right, the time is right. I started this a year ago in July and I feel like we've come a long way...it's been a treat to bring these folks back to life and explore their lives again. The 13th installment will be an epilogue, so you have one more chapter to enjoy. Thank you for all your support throughout this journey! Danny will forever be my number one as well.

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The room wasn't even spinning, it was pulsing around me even more intensely than my headache itself. I was face-down in the pillow and also on Danny's forearm, my forehead sweaty but not nearly as sweaty as the rest of me--god, falling asleep in a bed full of plush blankets with him next to me while trashed was a mess. I needed water, I needed a shower, and I needed the morning sun to not be so bright, even just for a few minutes. I groggily stood up, eyes still half-closed, and kicked something firm and warm at the foot of the bed.

"Ah!" Sam winced, and when I opened my eyes fully I saw him raise a hand and swat at me. "Stop it."

"I didn't see you," I whined. I remembered all five of us coming back to our hotel room to keep the party going, but I didn't remember Sam crashing on the floor. "You slept there?"

"No, I fell asleep in the bed, but Daniel gets so fucking hot," Sam said, propping his hands on the edge of the mattress to lift himself up. "I couldn't stand it."

"Yeah, that's why I'm matted with sweat," I said. I looked back to Danny, arms splayed out and face buried against the pillow, his hair having been put up sometime before bed but was then in a half-undone knot. I sighed and rubbed my eyes. "I need to shower. Did Josh and Jake go back to their rooms?"

"Yes," Sam answered, sighing too and sitting on the bed. "Ugh. I think that Tofurky dog was the only thing that saved me from yacking."

I grimaced. "I ate that entire bag of pretzels before passing out. That saved me."

He snickered. "Welcome to Detroit."

"It's not Vegas. But now I know I would be terrified to go to Vegas with all of you."

"Vegas is fun. But when we were there, it was like, zip!" Sam told me, cutting one hand through the air and the other rubbing his eyes. "In and out. Next time--next time, we'll have to make the most of it."

I looked around the newly messy room and spotted two water bottles on the dresser, one half-empty. "Next time, yeah." I handed the full one to him and uncapped my own, knocking some back. "What time are you guys heading out today?"

He tipped his head back, chugging most of the water before answering. "Whenever we're

all recovered, I guess. What time are you going back home?"

I groaned quietly. "Dunno. I still feel a little drunk, so not for a while."

Sam turned around and grabbed Danny's leg through the covers. "If he doesn't get up now, we'll be fucked. I can't believe I'm the first one up." he said and started to shake his leg. "Daniel--come on, time to get up."

Danny groaned a little and tried to kick Sam off him. "No."

Sam slapped his leg, which just made Danny try to kick him again. "If I can get up, you can get up. You smell like booze and B.O."

"As if you smell any better," Danny grumbled but started to sit up, turning over and leaning against the headboard. "What time is it?"

I grabbed my phone. "Almost 9." I set it back down and headed for the bathroom. "I'm showering. Danny, we should have turned the air down. We all smell like booze and B.O."