The Whiskey Monologues

I opened my eyes and gently removed two hands from my waist. I sat up in bed as quietly as I could, but his eyes opened almost immediately. We shared eye contact for a moment, but I broke it as I reached for the messy floor, where my pants and t-shirt lay. I felt his eyes watching me as i put my clothes back on, but no words were exchanged.

I placed my palm on my head in hopes of easing the massive pounding as the result of five too many drinks. I found my purse in the corner and checked my wallet, which lacked the twenty bucks I had the night before. Of course. I grabbed my shades off the nightstand and tossed them on my face as I stubbornly limped out of the bedroom.

Not much to my surprise, I caught my best friend sleeping on the couch in a very similar predicament to mine earlier that morning. I picked up the nearest blanket and lay it flat over my best friend and the stranger wrapped around her. I don’t want to wake her up, knowing that she’s had a long night like myself.

In an attempt to kill time, I head towards the kitchen and open the fridge. Nothing looks appetizing, no surprise there. It wasn’t till then that I realized that I was the only person awake in the house. My mind went crazy for a moment as all the possibilities of my options ran through my head. First things first though, I’m gonna need another drink.

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