Wilder didn’t wake up the next day, no, he felt like he was being murdered as ice cold water was thrown on to him. He jumped up, perhaps a way to quickly, as he fell back down again, his eyes were full of black spots.
Wilder growled and looked around him. He was in the living room; the couch was as wet as he was. Robin chuckled from over him. “Good, you are up,” Wilder growled again as he looked at her. “There are better ways of waking a person up.”
Robin walked back with the empty bucket in her hands. “I warned you 2 times. Also, nice wake-ups are for sober people.” Wilder rolled his eyes as he walked out of the living room, following Robin to the kitchen. “Why wake me up in the first place? Was the place too boring without me?” He asked and crossed his arms. Robin turned to hi
