The hangover

Your eyes blink open to a headache. You feel hot all over. You rub your eyes of sleeping sand to find yourself on a couch, not your couch, with an unfamiliar blanket over you. Around the couch is a scene of youthful destruction. A couple party goers are on the floor next to you, snoring. A bunch of red drinking cups lay piled in a pyramid on the coffee table, the kitchen table, and the ceiling fan. The fridge is open, humming away. There’s a shower running somewhere in the house, but to you it sounds like a pounding waterfall right over your head. Someone is yelling too.

“Marcy!” They shout. “Marcy!” They shout again, coming closer. They shake your shoulder and you groan. “Hey, uh whatever your name is, have you seen Marcy?” They ask. You raise a hand to push them away. “Oh.” They say. You follow their eyes down. There is Marcy, holed up under the blanket with you, tits falling out of her dress, and drooling on your chest. “Oh there she is. Marcy!” The voice clicks their tongue, and shakes Marcy with a hand. Marcy is just as slow to wake up, her head a rat’s nest of blonde hair.

“Good morning.” Marcy mumbles out, giving you a big drooling grin.

“Ugh.” You add, sitting up on the couch, letting Marcy roll off you.

“Sorry dude, you have to go.” The voice, which you put to the generic white girl standing in front of you, looking really cross with you.

“Huh?” You ask, squinting at the girl.

“Noooo―” Slurps Marcy, hugging you around the waist.

“Yeah you too, princess.” The girl groans, pulling you and Marcy up and basically pushing you out the front door, Marcy under your arm, grunting “You can find your own ride.” The door slams shut behind you.

You find yourself sitting on the curb, Marcy snoring while resting against your shoulder in the cool morning air. You have to shift up her shoulder straps to make her decent, but she snores right through you muscling her tits back into her dress. You look at your phone and think as hard as you can while badly hungover, scrolling through your contacts and finding a few who might be able to help you. Your mind jumps to Kat, who is the only person staying in the freshman dorms that you can think of.