Alex a human with a hangover

Your name was Alex, you hoped this was your bed, it felt like the familiar lumps except for something heavy was pressing the mattress down from behind you. Your head throbbed. You hadn't had many hangovers in the past.

You were impressive in your ability to hold your ****, especially considering your nerdy appearance. Normally you had 4 things going for you that helped you drink more **** than average and not get hungover. First, being slightly overweight helps your body absorb more. Second, you paced yourself, having a general plan on what and how many of your favorite drinks you could afford and drink on a night to have a good time without losing it. Third, you didn't normally get suckered into over-drinking, your expensive choice of drink, double vodka and coke mostly, deterred most people from buying you drinks that you were then obliged to drink. Finally, you always walked home, never taking a bus or taxi and had something to eat and some water to drink either on the walk back or at home to sober up a bit before going to bed.

This limited how far you went to drink and none of these were set in stone, hence previous hangovers. However, as your sleep failed and your memories mostly returned, you began to realise what had caused you to lose control. Another gift you had was not losing memory of the night before However, last night seemed to be mostly alluding to you. What had you drunk and done to finally be fuzzy on the details?

"Are you ok, sexy?" A deep but definitely feminine voice sounds from behind you. You turned over and then quickly shuffled back in surprise and a little fear. Your eyes met the blazing red eyes of a dragon.