Hungover.

You woke up late to an unsurprisingly hungover girlfriend. You grinned to yourself at the success of your plan, despite the consequence. At least there was silver lining.

"Ugh... Mark, I don't think I can do anything today..." Emily groaned in a hoarse voice.

"Don't worry, just sleep it off." You encouraged her.

"But I told Wendy that we'd be coming to her party..." She began to say.

"You want to drink more? I'm sure Wendy will have plenty of Vodka." You said, feigning a tone of surprise and fully knowing that she doesn't want to be anywhere near **** right now.

"Ugghh, no. Don't even say the word..." She rolled over in resignation.

You got out of bed and spent the day quietly to yourself, catching up on reading, doing a bit of cleaning and sorting through shelves and drawers. The time flew by and eventually the day came to an end.