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I groan as the memories come flooding back. The mead, the renaissance, and trying to seduce Travis. Sam standing me up. Of course, I’d made sure to grab the turkey leg, in order to eat my feelings. Shit, I kissed him.
Oh no! That’s the worst part. Why did I do that? What did I tell him?
It’s fuzzy at best, but I’m pretty sure I brought up the past. As I move to get up, another sharp pain shoots through my body and I see white light behind my eyes. For a brief moment, I’m convinced that the white light is there because I’ve died. Why didn’t anyone warn me about the effects of mead?
No, that’s not fair to the mead. I know what alcohol does to you. Wasn’t I just hungover, or was that weeks ago? I realize all my days are running together. Hopefully, it’s just because my brain is still sloshing around in the intoxicating liquid. If I can get up and take a shower, maybe I’ll feel better.
I groan and roll over onto my back. I need to get up and apologize for being a horrible drunk. However, as I contemplate getting out of bed, my head thunders a warning, telling me that I’d best sleep some more of this nasty hangover off.
The room is stifling, and it’s only made worse because I’m still in my dress. The corset is pushing into my skin, and I reach down to try and loosen it a bit. My braids have come unpinned and hang in my face. I need to get up and take it off, but that requires more effort and energy than I currently have. So, I hike up the skirts allowing air to flow against my skin and loosen the top as much as possible. I immediately fall back into a restless sleep.
What feels like hours later, I roll out of bed and rush into the bathroom. I pee for ten years and then turn the shower on. It isn’t easy to get out of the costume, and I can’t believe I slept in it. There are permanent lines in my sides and underneath my breasts. My whole body hurts and my arms are asleep from being slept on. Sitting on the bottom of the shower, I try to replay exactly what I said to Travis. I remember the kiss. It was phenomenal. He hadn’t changed in the long years since his lips had been on mine. He still had an incredible skill with his mouth.
I sigh and put my head underneath the spray. I embarrassed myself, and I’m not sure how to come back from it. I should have just enjoyed the festival without alcohol. Yes, I felt rejected by Sam, but Travis was nice enough to take me, and this was how I repaid him.
I finish my shower and head back to my room. The headache has dulled a bit, but it’s still letting me feel it. I decide I need advice, so I close one eye so I can see through the pain and dial Sloan.
“Sloan, I need help,” I say before anything else.
“Okay, what’s up, doll?” She sounds sleepy like I woke her up.
“I slept with a turkey leg,” I say, and then start crying.
“Okay, well, I’m not sure how to take that.”
“No, I cuddled it, that’s how drunk I got.” I wipe my face and look over at the offending bird. It had been delicious. I’m going to have to wash my sheets and pillows to get all the grease out. Thank goodness I didn’t rent the dress because it’s ruined.
“Oh no, on your date with Sam?” Sloan sounds amused instead of helpful.
“Sam stood me up, and Travis took me. He was nice, and then I got drunk and made some mistakes.”
“Okay, besides the turkey leg, which we’ll circle back around to,” Sloan says, “What happened?”
I fill her in on the honey mead and the dancing. Then I tell her that I threw myself at him and he didn’t want me. I’m no longer crying, but I still feel terrible. I need to get my shit together because I’m aware I’m acting like the dumbest girl in the world.
“Okay, so that’s not too bad, actually. I once told a guy at a bar I was a porn star and he could come make a video at my apartment. Alcohol doesn’t do us any favors.” She laughs. “If you want to because personally, I think Travis is lucky, and if you still want him, you can salvage this.”
“How? I feel really stupid.” I mumble into the phone, sinking to the floor and banging my head back against the wall.
“Tell him you’re sorry. It’s actually kind of noble that he didn’t take advantage of you when you were drinking. He could have very well just followed through, but he didn’t. That alone tells me that he’s a good guy.”
I think about that for a minute. I guess it really is. “Yeah, he did sort of surprise me. Of course, I was an ass to him about it.”
“Well, there you go. If you want to make up, tell him you were an ass, and you’re sorry.”
“Okay,” I say, “when I feel like a person again, I will.”
“Hold on, I’m getting a text,” Sloan says.
“All right,” I say. I assume it’s one of the people who wouldn’t turn her down for a kiss and a bang. No one would turn Sloan down, whether she was drunk or not.
“So, I don’t want to freak you out, but…” Sloan says.
“Oh, God, what?”
I imagine all kinds of things. Travis somehow called someone they mutually knew and told them what happened. Somehow there was a warrant out for my arrest, and she got a call from the police. Public intoxication is a crime, I know this.
“There’s a video of you from the festival as you’re leaving.” The way she’s speaking makes me think I don’t want to know what’s in the video.
