Hangover Funny Lines Novels & Stories

Zlata I woke up, rubbing my heavy eyelids and staring awkwardly at the stubborn black smudges coating my fingertips. Oh, great. I slept with my makeup on. I sat up, looking down at myself and the crushed sequins of the tiny dress. The moment I shifted, a throbbing headache slammed into my temples, answering every question I had. I had never experienced a hangover before, but then again, I had never been drunk before either. I immediately fell back against the mattress, pulling the duvet over my head as the vivid memories of last night flooded my mind like a tidal wave.

What happened last night was affecting my mood. Shaking my head, I opened the laptop which was still powered on. My eyes were narrowed at first, but then, slowly, as I read what was on the screen, my eyes bulged and it was as if I was knocked back to reality. My eyes widen as I read several headlines on the screen again and again until they dawned on me. At that moment, the hangover I was feeling was suddenly gone as well as my drunkness. "What the hell?" I blurted. "Where did you get these?"

He frowned. Shaking my head was a big problem on its own, and the headache worsened. What could have caused this? I can't even remember anything, my head is so blank right now. “No, I don't." I had to do it verbally. “Here, this should help your hangover." He handed over the glass of water in his hand with a pill to me. Hangover? That only happened after excessive intake of alcohol right? What's he talking about? The frown on my face ebbed away when I vaguely remember myself going into a bar.

And your contact photo is adorable, by the way. A strangled, inhuman sound ripped from my throat. My contact photo. My baby picture contact photo. My mother was dead to me. I slammed out a reply, fingers flying. Me: Delete my number. Tristain: No <3 I choked on air. This man. This man was Satan with cheekbones. Another text came through—longer, somehow worse. Tristain: Also, next time you want to insult my jaw, at least pick something creative. The skull bit was funny, though. I’ll give you that.

"Pfft…" "But now that you're laughing, I suddenly felt embarrassed to admit that I got drunk," he said. "But now that you're laughing, I suddenly feel a bit embarrassed to admit that I got drunk," he confessed. "Sorry," I quickly apologized, trying to suppress my laughter. I cleared my throat and suggested, "If you want to ease your hangover, try drinking some hot water with honey. It might help with the headache." Nox leaned back on the couch's armrest and fixed his gaze on me, his eyes filled with a profound meaning. It intrigued me so much that I couldn't resist asking.

THE HANGOVER I woke up feeling like my head was going to tear and my brain would fall out, my throat felt dry because of the amount of alcohol I had consumed. I picked myself up from where I lay on the floor, picked up my phone from where I had thrown it and went out of the room, it wasn't mine, it was the room I had told myself never to enter again but from time to time I keep finding myself in there, it was the room I and Fiona shared, until she ruined everything.

Kind but dangerous. Crossing the living room, I was about to enter the kitchen when a groan reached my ears. A smile instantly broke on my lips knowing who it might be. As usual, Harman was launching on the couch with a hot bag on his forehead. Hangovers could be deadly and the proof shined in front of my eyes. His eyes were swollen and hazy. Must have gulped an entire bottle to earn this fatigue. He was wearing a baggy shirt and sweat pants. As I moved closer, a sickening stench of alcohol wafted my nostrils making me gag. I covered my nose and slapped his shoulder hard. He jerked and winced. Glaring at me he stood up pressing the hot bag harder.

The best revenge is always to happily move on and let karma do the rest. Ananya My head was hurting so much as if someone was hammering it from inside. I slowly opened my eyes. I squinted my eyes and closed it again. I again opened my eyes. I will never drink again in my life. Now i understood how hangover feels. Ohh godd!!!

❦ Rosalind ❦ Three days’ worth of cocktails and wines pushed against my skull as I opened my eyes in Hudson on a lovely Saturday afternoon. “Oh fuck,” I murmured, pressing a hand to my forehead. Oh fuck indeed. A massive hangover threatened to split my skull as I reached over to grab the bottle of water on the side stool. I’d almost pressed it to my lips when I saw the floating particles. I returned it with shaky hands. The journey to the fridge was no less perilous, and I grabbed its double doors for dear life and picked up a fresher, cleaner bottle to drink.

POV: Elara The clink of cutlery and low hum of conversation faded as Elara leaned back in her chair, Hailey’s laughter still echoing faintly in her ears. Lunch had been… grounding. Hailey always had that effect, light where Elara carried weight, warmth where she braced herself against the cold.