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The night gets hazy after that.
17
Beer is both a wonderful and terrible thing. I love how it feels at the time, but give me a single dose of sleep, and then beer is the worst experience. I’ve been hungover before, but how I’m feeling today is something new. A whole fresh perspective of hell.
“Hey.”
Bri rolls over into my side and slots herself firmly against me. In just her thin silk top and booty shorts, I can feelheatradiating off of her.
“Hey,” I say back.
“You sound about as rough as I feel,” she laughs.
“Yeah. I’ve never been a champion of hangovers,” I admit.
Though, I usually come out of them feeling a lot better than I do right now. I drank far too much last night, and I think it’s because of how stressful things have been lately. Which, really, should be enough reason to have not drunk so much. If her ex had shown up, there’s no saying what I’d have done in this state.
“Did you have a good night?” I ask.
“Sure. Kealy went home with Jenny, and Dani took Cadie and I to everydivebar in town.”
Divebars?
“Did you—”
“No,” she says, cutting me off before I even process the thought. “He never showed up, but Dani assured us that if he did, she’d have him castrated and dropped off in a different city.
If that piece of shit showed up even once, he’d wish he never laid eyes on Bri. In fact, I know that it’s something he’s going to live to regret anyway. And that’s with no particular emphasis on ‘live’. Fucker doesn’t deserve it.
“Can we just stay in bed all day today?”
“It’s aFriday. Wehaveto open the shop, so don’t even tempt me.”
It’s edging awfully close to eight am, and still the very thought of moving has sickness lancing through my stomach. There’s no way I’m going to survive this day without throwing up just a bit.
“You’re turning green,” Bri tells me through a carefully restrained smile.
“I feel green.”
A sudden grating noise threatens to split my head open, and Bri, sensing my delicate health right now, leans over me, breasts in my face, and picks up my phone before it vibrates itself right off the end. She answers the call and puts it on speaker.
“Jax, hey buddy.Are youfeeling any better than your brother?” she asks, sounding far too chipper some someone who claims to be on the same level of hungover as I am.
“Oh good, does he feel like shit too? Ask him if we can just keep the shop closed today. I feel like I’m dying.”
“You cannot. Final decision is mine, I’m afraid,” Bri shrugs, though there’s a wicked smile on her face. “Suit up, boys. You’ve got work to do.”
She’s the boss I guess, and so although my body is begging me to stay curled up under the covers where I can lament the hardships of my life in peace, I find myself rolling out of bed and into the shower. The cold water, at least, helps to ease the burning sickness that comes with too much alcohol, and although there’s not a chance in hell I’ll be able to stomach any food, I graciously accept the coffee that Bri has brewed.
“You’re a god send.”
“This is payback, in a good way, for all the times you’ve saved me from suffering through mornings.”
“So, every day that we’ve known each other?” I tease.
“Yes, exactly that.”
“Odd, then, that while hungover you wouldn’t be that sick.”
