Drunk Fantasy

It isn’t as turning-on as we see in porn, you know, with the man pumping a lady who is clearly wasted in bed. Like seriously!

My head was spinning from that 3 bottles of red wine we shared at the bar. I took the quickest shower ever – I actually remembered Bestion coming into the bathroom and asked if I had shampooed my hair. Oh. He tried to get me to brush my teeth as well. (We are hygenic people… especially before sleeping.)

Then I recalled running into the bed. Literally. I cursed to myself again. Fuck. I made my vows – no hangovers, no drunk days, no vomitting. Why am I in this state again? My head felt exceptionally heavy this time round.

I vaguely remembered Bestion climbing onto the bed as well. Lights were switched off, and then I felt something poking me.

*frown*

Not exactly the right time, isn’t it?

I wonder why men can’t think with the right head at the right time.

I brushed him off.

“Not now. I want to vomit. Get me a pail.”

How seductive of me.

I proceeded to purge out half a pail of red liquid, with pieces of potatoes skin (that’s my dinner, btw).

Well, what do you know?

I’m fucking sexy when I’m drunk.

Yeah.  

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