Hangover Quotes Chow Novels & Stories

Untouchable. I took a slice. Ate it without tasting it. My lips still felt swollen from him. My throat raw in the best way. Chloe yawned dramatically. “I’m crashing soon. This hangover is trying to murder me retroactively.” Lila stretched. “Same. Evie, you staying over again tonight?” I hesitated. Glanced at Harlan. He was looking at the TV, but I knew he was listening. “Yeah,” I said. “If that’s cool.”

He was having a hangover. "Holy shit!" He swore, placing his right hand on his forehead and hissing uncomfortably. He got up and went to the dining room. There was a note on the table, he picked it up and it said, "Hey! Drunkard! I know you must be having a bang on your head right now. That's a soup that can make you feel better. Take it if you like. Alyssa," His face beamed, "That's my girl," He let out, sitting.

“I’m eating breakfast.” Taking an absent bite of toast he added, “As should you. Drink some orange juice,” he commanded without looking up, as if he could see my outstretched hand hovering above the handle of the carafe. “Coffee isn’t good for your nerves, or your recovery–especially when you’re hung over. It’s dehydrating.” “So you can have coffee and I can’t?” I scoff, eyeing his oversized mug as he set it down on the table. “Seems a bit hypocritical.”

I googled hangover soups and found an easy one, so I decided to try it. The ingredients were onions, Garlic, tomatoes, Parsley, frozen peas, corn, cabbage leaves, carrots, and ground beef. It turned out better than I expected because I wasn't a pro in the kitchen. I was more like a rookie in it, but at least this is edible, so I didn't have to hear Kelly badmouthing the food I made for her hangover.

He asks. "How are you moving around like this?" I question, "Don't you feel like sh*t?" Atlas chuckles and begins filling his plate up with bacon and eggs, "Not really. I don't tend to get hangovers after a night of drinking." I shake my head in disbelief, "You're one of the lucky ones." We both laugh and grab as much food as we can stomach. When the bacon touches my tongue, I try not to moan from how amazing it tastes.

he asked, concerned. Chloe shook her head. "No need. It'll probably go away soon." Edward grabbed a glass of water from the nightstand and handed it to Chloe. "Drink first. People who are hungover usually experience dehydration. It's best to drink plenty of water." "Yes, I know that," Chloe obeyed Edward's command. After finishing the water in the glass, without being asked, Edward brought his hand to gently massage Chloe's forehead. "I thought with a gentle massage like this, you'd feel more relaxed."

he said, blinking, "but my stomach is not so happy to smell anything right now." I laughed softly. "Yeah, you look like someone who danced with death last night." He groaned. "Don’t remind me. I vaguely remember Zanele trying to teach me how to twerk." "She succeeded," I said, straight-faced. "It was a core memory I didn’t know I needed." He winced dramatically, then glanced over at the food. "What’s all this?" "My famed hangover cure," I said, gesturing like a game show host. "Tried and tested on many a poor soul during college. It won’t erase the embarrassing memories, but it’ll make you feel like a human being again."

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?"

Damn, if life wasn’t going to kill me, this headache would! “Had fun last night?” Cedrick asked offering me a plate with toast. I grunted a thank you and sat down on the other side of the table, opposite him. His voice was husky and deep, but when you have a hangover, it sounded like a fucking ship-bell going off in your head… “And I can’t remember last night,” I muttered, resting my forehead on the cold marble counter. Oh, so good… “What the hell is in your juice?”

Lulu replied—she was at that dinner too, and there was no reason for Zachary to be a buzzkill when everyone's happy. Zachary said, "I'll be more careful not to drink too much next time." "Yeah," Lulu replied. With that, Zachary left to take a bath, while Lulu cooked some eggs and warmed a glass of milk, putting them on the table as Zachary returned. "Drink the milk first," she suggested. "The hangover must hurt, so a warm drink would make it better." "I know you're thinking for my sake," Zachary picked up the milk and drank obediently.