Do you go to bed?

Yes, I’m wasted

The sledgehammer **** of the all the **** you’ve consumed in the 4hours (with no dinner) is obliterating your reality.

You start to tell Paul the truth of the matter, you let your head fall back on the couch and It’s sweet dark oblivion.

•••••<Dream Erin is floating toward a cloud on the back a large chimera, it’s a piebald Pegasus with Paul’s face. Its face expresses joy and betrayal in unison *dream shift* You see Aaron from the 3rd person fall into an overflowing pond of Toads>•••••

Back into your body , in Paul’s bed, completely naked and suffering from a hungover in the most profound way.

There is a glass of water and two acetaminophen on the nightstand. You eat them and chug the water, guzzling until your tits are wet.

“Get up Erin,” Paul shouts for the kitchen, “you got about an hour to get together. Get your ass out here, I made you a BaconEggCheese”

You fall back into his pillow (oh my god this pillow is so soft) you eyes throb and you need to use the toilet.

“Fucking tequila” you grumble.

Sitting up straight , you throw the covers off, you throw one of his shirts on and go out into the kitchen.