Hangover Funny Lines Novels & Stories

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I think I gave a speech, but I'm not sure. " Don't laugh at me, baby." My mate always made fun of my dancing moves. He loved watching me dance to upbeat music. I couldn't move as well as Zeyneb or Lilac, but I don't believe it's my fault. " Here you go, babe. Drink this. It will help you with the hangover," I frowned as I got a glass of disgusting-looking smoothie from him. " It looks gross." "Is this CC's disgusting hung-over cure?"

As I was eating she got up to do something, but I didn't want to pay much attention to her as I was still busy savoring every bite of the pancakes After my last bite I felt a lot better, but I still had the drowsy feeling, this hangover was not going to end today A glass filled with red liquid was pushed towards me by Layla and I looked at her, and she was still was scrolling on her phone “What's this?”, I looked at the contents of the glass which made the pancakes I just ate threaten to come up again “Tomato juice, it will help with the hangover”, she went back to eating her pancakes

I wake up with a throbbing headache. Ugh why did I drink so much. Wait, I didn’t drink enough to have a hangover. I rub the back of my head and my eyes jolt open as I remember what happened after leaving Logan’s. I bring my hand back in front of me and it’s covered in dried blood. I am already healed but can tell it was a deep cut from whatever hit me.

He doesn’t blink. Doesn’t look away. Just stares. And I smile. Sloppy. Bright. Venomous. Let him see it. The mess. The makeup. The glass in my hand and the glitter in my laugh. Let him see what he walked away from. I shoot up too fast. My chair groans. My drink sloshes. But I keep smiling like I’m in on the joke. Like he’s the punchline. “Nathan!” I shout, arms wide like I’m greeting an old friend instead of the man who left me soaked and sobbing in a bed that doesn’t feel like mine. “Didn’t expect to see you here!”

Sharp jawline, green eyes that seemed to see too much, and an air of confidence that should have been annoying but somehow wasn't. "Actually, I was just leaving." Emma started gathering her things, but her laptop bag chose that moment to rebel. The zipper stuck, her notebook tumbled to the floor, and her pen rolled under the stranger's feet. He crouched down to retrieve her pen, and Emma caught sight of the title on her fallen notebook's cover: "Heat Between the Lines - Draft 3." Her heart stopped. That was her working title—the one she'd scribbled on the cover without thinking, the one that revealed exactly what kind of book she was struggling to write.

I was bent forward mumbling incoherent words under my breath. "Hey you okay?" Hulk asked sounding concerned. I look up at him and grinned. I felt so light, so free. It seems to be the alcohol doing, thanks to whatever that stuff is. "I'm great" I slur out with a giggle. I had no idea what was funny but I was feeling too good right now and I didn't care if I was laughing for no reason at all "I need another glass" I mumbled sadly, staring at my now empty glass with a pout.

Raven The hangover hits me before I even open my eyes. My head is a slow, steady throb. My mouth tastes as if something died in it. I lie there for a full minute just staring at the ceiling, letting the memories crawl back in pieces. The bar. Jack. The drive home. Roman guiding me to my bedroom. Me asking him to touch me and — I press my palms into my eyes and groan. God. How stupid of me.

Hangover sucked' She thought as she kept on feeling that aftereffects of last night, as she waited for a few moment until she regain her vision, yawning loudly as she looked around the room Examining it thoroughly, until she realized that she's not in her room... She widen her eyes and looked at the bed she had slept Thankfully that her clothes are still intact, or she'll regret a lifetime if something had happened to her She took a huge deep breath as she slowly got out of bed tiptoeing her way out, trying to be as silent as she can be Thinking that what if the person she was with is just around the room, and it will be hella awkward if she somehow cross paths with that person

Heavy eyes, hammering migraine, a sour taste inside his mouth, Harvey has a hard time waking up this morning. He groans and stretches his arms toward the window, where a warm sunray is peaking. He opens one eye and checks his phone to see what time it is. It's earlier than he thought. Harvey sighs and rubs his eyes before he sits on the side of the bed and pours a glass of water. The cold liquid feels like a refreshing wave inside his throat. He looks down and realises he's still in his clothes. He smells like alcohol, sweat and smoke from the theatrical fog of yesterday's party.