Novel & Cerita Hangover Funny Lines

Arcangelo awoke with a groan, rubbing his eyes as he felt a pounding headache hammer against his forehead. "Fuck." He groaned in pain as he blinked open his eyes, taking a moment for his vision to clear before he felt the straining of the typical hangover light sensitivity. Struggling to sit up, he rolled his shoulders to relieve the stiffness before he poured himself a glass of water. Sipping it, he looked around his room, catching sight of the little red dress fallen in a heap near his bedroom door. Slowly he turned beside him, seeing the space empty as he put away the glass, a humorless chuckle escaping him as he shook his head at himself.

Then when she did her legs, she made sure they were straight out, showing off her flexibility and her perfect skin. After finishing another glass of wine Olivia felt pretty damn drunk. She would keep stretching her body to show off for Leon, but her eyes were hazy and her movements were not very smooth. Which is when things started to go fuzzy, until she blacked out... The Morning After "Ooooh my head." Olivia groaned as she woke up. Her head was pounding, and her body felt sore. A hangover was in full effect. Her curtains were slightly open, and beams of sunlight were forcing their way in.

She mumbles weakly. Laying my handbag down on the counter, I move to stand in front of her and pull her into a hug. “Oh, baby. Are you hungover?” Maleah gives me a miserable nod, takes her sunglasses off, and leans her head on my shoulder with a groan. “God, yes. My head is pounding, my stomach is rolling, and my mouth is as dry as a desert. I don’t think I can ever look at sunlight again without wanting to puke.” Rubbing my hand up and down her shoulder, I gesture to the coffee machine. “How about I make you some strong coffee and dry toast while you tell me how it went with Hunter last night.”

We had already downed more than five glasses each, when everything started to spin and I burst out laughing like a crazy person at everything, anything at all. He asked for a bottle of water and fanned me a little, using his bare hands, smiling. I felt happy for the first time that day, but I would probably have a hangover the next day. I narrow my eyes at the image forming in front of me, the pretty blonde looks tense staring at me from afar, whispering to the man who wraps her arms around her waist. I shift my gaze to him, his worried and affectionate eyes survey me slowly, a flame ignites inside me.

He groaned in pain and frustrations swearing to himself that he'll never drink beer again. “Good morning” He greet Yulix and Hailey as he saw them on the stairs they both greet him back and they all go downstairs together. They went to the kitchen to prepare for breakfast and searched for something to drink and relieve the pain. Hailey drank some milk from the fridge since she was totally fine and nothing is aching with her and Yulix but —fuck why is he the only one with a goddamn hangover? He was first to back out but last to recover damn that was fucking unfair!

Massimo pov I opened my eyes slowly to the dimly lit room. Fuck, my head was banging really hard. I haven't drunk this much in years, so I was so fucking hungover. I looked around and realised I wasn't home. My penthouse? Why am I here? I sat up slowly as I grabbed my ringing head. “Looks like someone is hungover.” I lifted my head to meet Zara in my shirt. It barely covered shit. My brows drew together in a perplexed expression. “I made you some hot tea, it'll help.”

He answered, whining in satisfaction when he took another bite of the cupcake. I chuckled. Another fact about Justin. He always exaggerated stuff dramatically. “Don’t worry you will be fine.” I said, not putting the headache past a side effect and consequence of clubbing. He must have had a huge hangover since he had drunk a lot. I thought, noticing the dark circles around his eyes. “You took hangover pills or soup after you woke up?” I asked him, but he shook his head, licking his lips.

He threw it back at me but I dodged. “Ha!” I poked out a tongue. “Darcie. Come on, help me out.” “What is your problem anyway?” I tilt my head. “Are you Spiderman?” “Darcie. I'm having a fucking hangover. My head hurts like crazy. Come on, I know you're so smart you know how to handle everything.” “Oh, really?” I smiled and groaned. “Come on.. please.” “Beg. Say pretty please like a little girl.” I teased.

Dan woke up just before dawn with a splitting headache. He felt sick and again vowed never to drink again. As usual he couldn’t remember everything that had happened the day before, but he remembered enough to know he had behaved badly. Seeing the bruise on Adele’s face confirmed it. Feeling sick and ashamed of himself, he quietly climbed out of bed and dragged himself downstairs to make something that would help with the hangover.

It was evident that the woman was in a drunken state. "Mrs. Aurorae," said Mario. "What are you doing here?" The half-drunk Aurorae raised her head. Clucking, annoyed, then shortly answered what Mario asked him. "Can't you see? Of course I'm drinking!" "Yes." Mario nodded. "I know you're drinking. But why get drunk like this." "Who's drunk?" Aurorae asked back. "I'm still conscious, Mario. I can even tell the color of the clothes you're wearing right now."