Chapter 4
- Jesus Chrst... - mumbled Sam.
- He can't help you now, - I said.
- Where am I?
- At my place.
- What happened?
- Do you want a full nights summary or will the very end suffice?
- The very end, please, - murmured Sam with her hand over her eyes.
- After you gave up on trying to smooch Matt, you passed out on him. Me and Bill brought you down here.
Sam was lying in my bed, all tucked in. A big, thankfully empty, bucket standing by the bed and a bottle of mineral water on the nightstand, which, after Sam noticed it, was emptied in a matter of seconds.
- This is so embarrasing, - cried out Sam.
- Don't worry. Matt was just as, or even more, drunk as you.
- That doesn't really change anything...
- ...Breakfast?
- No. Just coffee. Anything else will make me puke.
- Fair enough.
I got to the kichen and turned on the kettle.
- Where did you sleep? - Sam asked from my room.
- On the couch.
- Sorry.
- It's fine. I really didn't feel the difference.
That wasn't true. My bed is way too soft and mushy to be compared to a hard and bulky sofa.
- When did Bill leave? - Sam came into the kichen.
- What do you mean “when”? He just helped me get you here. He didn't stay over.
- Why?
- Because he had an interview today and needed at least a few hours of decent sleep before it.
- Oh... okay.
Kettle started bubbling and whistling.
- Can I stay a bit longer? - Sam asked.
- Sure, - I answered.
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 pinkloo · Wed May 28, 2014 @ 09:17pm · 0 Comments |
