Caught in-between #Wattys2016

Hangover

I awoke blurry eyed and feeling nauseated. What time had I gone to sleep last night? I made to sit up and groaned. My tongue felt dry and heavy and I could feel the drum of my heart beat behind my eyes. I was badly hung over. 

Flash backs of the night before quickly began to surface. After having lunch with my mother, I had spent the rest of the day lazing around my apartment, drifting in and out of sleep in front of the flat screen plasma television that Joe loved so dearly.

As I was preparing to call it a night, Rosa had called. Rosa part owned the Cortsea Gallery, named after Cortsea Fielding. The Cortsea would be housing my collection when finished.

As a result of our professional dealings, Rosa had become a fairly good friend of mine, and from time to time, we would grab a drink or two together. Last night regrettably had been one such night.

I sat upright with some difficulty and drew my knees towards my chest, wrapping my arms around them. The last thing I could remember was knocking back Jager bombs with Rosa. I couldn’t remember coming home, or getting into bed for that matter. The fact that I was in my pyjamas was an absolute mystery

I reached over to my right and grabbed my phone off the dark oak bedside table. Shit. Five missed calls. Rosa.

I mulled over the missing events of the night before as I punched Rosa’s number into my phone with shaky fingers. Rosa answered after two rings, sounding as awful as I felt.

‘Cass? Thank God! You promised to call when you got in.’

I felt a pang of guilt at the relief in Rosa’s tone.

‘I’m sorry hun, I couldn’t have been in any fit state. I don’t even remember getting home.’ I closed my eyes and willed the room to stop spinning.

‘It’s fine Cass, really. I was just worried. I hope your cousin didn’t think me too rude. I was just reluctant to send you off with him, having not met him before.’

My eyes snapped open. My cousin? I didn’t have the faintest clue who Rosa was talking about.

Rosa continued, ‘Please apologise to……is it Adam? He must think I’m an idiot- I haven’t been that drunk in a while.’

‘Yeah, sure thing,’ I replied faintly.

‘Alright, we’ll I’ve got to get on- I need to try and get myself together for some meetings. It was lovely catching up and hopefully see you soon.’

Rosa hung up and for a moment I just stared at the phone in my hand. I must have drunk myself into a stupor and then what? I had called Adam? Or had he just so happened to be at the same bar?