Darcy

1

Letting out a low groan at the dull pounding inside my skull, I forced open my heavy eyelids open to the dimly lit room. Taking in the familiar surrounding I realized that I was in my room.

How I had even managed to make it home was a subject I had no knowledge of. I wasn't too worried about it, I was just happy that I had managed to make it back in one piece.

After the excessive amount of alcohol I had consumed, I must've blacked out. The ache inside my head only worsened my memory.

Most of the light from my window was blocked out by the thick drapes of the curtains but I could still tell it was around noon from the light that peeked in from the corners.

That was the thing about drinking. It was nice and all until the hangover tomorrow. The faint scent of the wine from last night lingered on my body. The scent had been intoxicating last night but now it only added to the nausea.

Crawling out of the bed, I stumbled out of my bedroom, hoping to successfully make my way to the bathroom without tripping.

The pounding in my head worsened as I stepped out of the dark bedroom. Wincing at the bright light, my eyes slowly adjusted and I noticed Blake was already ready in the kitchen, eating.

"Look who finally decided to wake up," Blake said, amusement lacing his tone. How the hell was he in such a good mood? If I remembered correctly, he drank as much as I had if not more.

"Fuck off." I groaned before I made my way into the bathroom. Closing the door behind me, I let out a sigh.

My stomach heaved and for a second I closed my eyes, gripping onto the side of the sink, steadying myself. I opened my eyes and turned on the faucet, washing my hands underneath the cold water before splashing the refreshing water on my face.

Slowly turning my gaze to the mirror before me, my eyes widen slightly at the sight. The confident hot girl from last night was now replaced with a pathetic, exhausted drunk.

I felt even worse than I looked if that was even possible.

Hangovers like these made me consider staying away from alcohol for the rest of my life but I knew that would never happen. I wasn't an alcoholic but I did enjoy drinking.

My body was sore from all the dancing last night. I had drunk so much, I couldn't even recall most of the night. Or how I even got home.

It hurt to move but I tried to ignore the pain as I reached to open the bathroom cabinet. Fumbling through the items in the cabinet, I quickly found the bottle that I had been looking for. Painkillers.

Opening the bottle, I poured two tablets into my palm before putting the bottle back into its place. I needed water to cure the dry feeling inside my throat.

I walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen where Blake was to get a glass of water. Grabbing a glass, I filled the glass from the refrigerator. After taking the pills, I quickly chugged the water, swallowing it down along with it.

I let out a sigh, already feeling the throbbing ache in my head fade.

"Pancakes?" I heard Blake ask. Glancing over at him, I noticed that next to him was a plateful of pancakes as he ate from his close to an empty plate.

"Yes." I quickly replied before moving over to him to pick up the plate of pancakes. Picking up the fork I stabbed into the pancakes before bringing it to my mouth. Letting out a low moan, I closed my eyes, enjoying the wonderful food.

"How did you even make it home last night?" Blake asked, finishing his plate. He walked over to the sink and dropped his plate into the sink.

"I have no clue," I admitted, continuing to enjoy the pancakes. Ever since the first day I had arrived in New York, I quickly realized that Blake was the chef out of the three of us.