Peggy woke up at 8:30am on Saturday morning with a horrible headache. "I fucking hate hangovers." She groaned and laid back in her bed, falling back to sleep peacefully to get rid of the headache.
Her bedside table had a glass of water and a bottle of Advil on it just for this very occasion. She woke up about 4 hours later. Peggy knew this wasn't a good idea yet she went along with it.
~13 hours before~
Friday, November 13th
"C'mon Pegs! It wouldn't hurt you to have a little to drink would it?" Peggy's best friend, Maria Reynolds, yelled so she could be heard over the loud music and drunken people screaming. "I don't know Maria I don't know if it's a good idea." Peggy pondered if she should drink or not. "Come on it'll be fun!" Maria persuaded. That's all it took for Peggy to take the shot out of Maria's hand and down the whole thing.
Maria kept convincing Peggy to have more until about 19 shots later, she was completely drunk. "Maria~ I need you to drive me hoooome" Peggy slurred. Maria led Peggy out of the club and drove her home.
~13 Hours after~
Saturday, November 14th
"God this hurts" Peggy complained as she took another Advil. That was her 3rd Advil that day. "I regret this" She put her hand on her head and tried to fall back asleep.
She could tell she was still a little tipsy but honestly she didn't care.
