At Dusk

16

I wake up with a splitting headache and an uncomfortable chest with no recollection of the night before. I rub my eyes as the warm sun shines through the open window. I sleepily waddle out of bed, confused to why I am wearing a men's shirt. As I pass the mirror I do a double-take as I spot the grey and blue dragon in the middle of my chest. Memories of the night trickle into my head and within a split second my hangover is cured.

I rush out into the common room to see a shirtless Spencer draped over the couch completely knocked out giving me reason to believe it's his shirt I'm wearing.

"Spencer," I yell throwing a pillow at his head and getting startled at his blue hair now being black, "Woah your hair."

He groans rolling over ignoring me.

"You idiot wake up," I yell at him throwing another pillow at him.

"Can you explain why, and not as loud," he moans sitting up and rubbing his temples.

"Does this ring a bell, unleash your demon or how about matching dragon tattoos," I give out to him as I show him my tattoo and he quickly looks down at his chest.

"Fuck so that wasn't a dream, wait are you wearing my shirt?"

"Yep," I sigh flopping down onto the couch beside him.

"Are you going to tell me why?"

"No, because I don't remember, I can't remember anything from last night."

"My hair is black," Spencer realises as he sees himself in the reflection of the tv.

"Okay that doesn't explain why I am wearing your shirt, do you think we?"

"No, I would defiantly remember that," Spencer smirks at me.

"Not the time, we have to figure out what happened last night."

Oliver waltzes out of his room hangover free and grabs a glass of water. He says nothing as he takes out a pan and cracks to eggs into it. Spencer and I stare at him in disbelief of how he doesn't have a hangover. We watch him for five minutes in just silence as he seasons and cooks his eggs and then he slides them onto a plate.

"You know it's rude to stare," Oliver says without looking up.

"How do you not have a hangover?" Spencer asks as Oliver comes and sits down beside us turning on the tv.

"Because I didn't drink like you two emotional wrecks, even though your drinking did lead to you getting amazing tattoos that I'm jealous you got without me," He tells us as he digs into his breakfast.

"Wait you knew we got tattoos?" I question

Oliver explains how they noticed us and the limo were missing so they went looking for us. They found us stumbling out of the tattoo parlour bragging about our tattoos and how we were going to go and get Spencer's hair dyed. Amber and him joined us while the others went to look for some food to sober up. Spencer got his hair black and we all got a blue strip in our hair in memory of his old hair. We then went to find the others but they were split between tacos and pizza. Spencer, Harrison, Hayes and I went for pizza and the rest of them went to get tacos and that was the last time he saw us.

"Okay that still doesn't explain the shirt," I sigh.

"Oh do you think you two, you know, you do have a reputation Cam," Oliver smirks.

"No, we did not do that," I exclaim.

"Okay," Oliver defends going back to eating.

"You guys are so loud," Hayes moans as he walks out of his room and taking an Advil.