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I did not want to get out of bed.
At least I had the holy grail of hangover cures in the cupboard: ready salted crisps.
I blew out a breath and looked down at myself. I was wearing a vest top with panties, and it was naturally accessorised by my right boob popping out.
Nice.
I really must have had a lot of wine last night if I’d gone to bed in a vest top.
No woman in her right mind would go to bed in what was essentially a titty showing machine.
“Meeerh!” Winston shouted, making his lower jaw tremble with the effort of his almighty demands.
Demands that would only be known by those who could speak the ancient language of Cat.
I trudged along to the bathroom where I washed my face, removing all remaining traces of yesterday’s makeup, and brushed my hair and teeth. Those little acts alone made me feel ten thousand times better, even if I did finish brushing my teeth by bending over and drinking water straight from the tap.
Look, I never claimed to be classy.
“Meeew!” Winston shouted from the doorway, staring at me expectantly.
“All right, all right. Christ, excuse me for looking after myself. It’s not like you’re starving, you shouty little cretin,” I muttered as I made my way down the stairs.
Something clanged from the kitchen, and I frowned.
Winston was next to me.
Either Vincent van Goat had broken in, or that smell of toast was someone making me breakfast.
I assumed it wasn’t going to be the goat making toast.
Winston bounded ahead of me like there was a fresh tin of tuna waiting for him. I rubbed my eye as I walked into the kitchen to the sight of Max spooning steaming hot beans onto two slices of toast.
He looked up at me. “Good morning, sleeping beauty.”
“Hardly.” I walked over to the drawer where I had some ibuprofen stashed. “What are you doing here?”
“Making you the ultimate hangover cure. Or at least it was when I was in university.” Max shrugged and pushed a plate across the island.
“Everyone knows it’s ready salted crisps,” I replied, getting the orange juice from the fridge so I could take the tablets. “But that does look good.”
His lips tugged to one side. “Sit. I’ll pour that for you. I’m guessing you aren’t feeling too great this morning.”
I grimaced, handing him the carton and doing as I was told. “I… yeah. Mistakes were made last night.”
His shoulders shook as he tried to suppress a laugh. “I tried to warn you it was a bad idea, but you insisted a couple of drinks would be fine since you’d eaten.”
“Please don’t remind me,” I replied, taking the orange juice and throwing back the ibuprofen I’d popped from the blister packet. “Thank you for this. I’m guessing you brought me home last night?”
“After I’d taken Penny and Grandma home.” He poured a second glass of juice and eyed me with twinkling eyes. “You asked me to stay, so I stayed. I slept in another room because you were snoring quite enthusiastically.”
I winced as I cut into the toast. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be. It was quite amusing.”
“All right, all right.”
“If it helps, Penny wasn’t feeling much better when she called me wondering howshegot home.”
