I awoke to yelling and the smell of something burning. I quickly got out of bed and ran to the kitchen, where I found my flatmate trying to smother what seemed to be pancakes gone wrong.
"Merde! " he yelled, swearing in French. I'd noticed he had recently started to do that.
He was still trying to put out the fire, hitting it again and again with a towel.
"Dammit, Quinn!" I yelled, running to the cupboard underneath the kitchen sink and grabbing the fire extinguisher. I went over to the stove, pushed Quinn out of the way, and sprayed the fire with the extinguisher.
When the fire was out I sighed, putting my hands on my hips and looking at Quinn.
"What were you trying to do?" I asked him angrily.
"I was making French toast sticks for us! I looked away for just a second and, well..." he trailed off, gesturing to the stove. "So much for a birthday breakfast, right?"
I shook my head. "No way! We're still going to have a birthday breakfast, just not a homemade one." Today was my 21st birthday and his 22nd, and we were going to to the DMV to get my ID, then we were going to celebrate it the same way everyone does: we were going out with our friends for a "night on the town". In other words, we were going to get wasted.
A few hours later...
Quinn and I walked, or rather, wobbled through our front door, giggling.
"That was so much fun!" he slurred, throwing his arm over my shoulders.
I agreed with him, trying to keep us both up. I dragged him into his room, dropping him onto the bed.
"Goodnight, Gwenny!" he said, giggling. I sighed, walking into the kitchen to get water. I know I said I would be the one getting drunk, which I had, but he was so much drunker than I. I sat down with my glass, only to quickly get back up and run to the bathroom, where I proceeded to puke my guts out. When I had finished, I groaned, getting back up and looking at the mirror.
There was nothing looking back at me.
I rubbed my eyes, confused, and looked back at the mirror. Obviously, my reflection was staring back at me. Duh. God, I was still so drunk.
I stumbled back into my room, kicked off my heels, and collapsed onto my bed, still fully clothed. I fell asleep soon after.
