(Rachael)
And I did have fun, too much to be exact. The next morning, when I woke up, I had a killer hangover. I had to call Mariah to basically babysit me. I was now lying in bed, thanking god that I didn’t have to go to work today. I was so thirsty, and my headache didn’t seem to be going away, plus I kept on vomiting over and over even when I thought that it would be the last time.
Mariah knocked on my door shortly after and opened it after I told her to, I groaned when I saw that she had something in her hand for me to eat.
“It’s just soup, Rachael. You need it more now. Did you get to take a shower and brush your teeth as yet?” Mariah asked after she placed the tray on the bedside table.
“Yeah, I had to brush my teeth so many times I feel like they are going to fall out.” I jok
