Hangover Quotes Chow Novels & Stories

And then… Green eyes. I shoot up to a sitting position and the room tilts to the left. “Oh god,” I whisper, clutching my temples. On the nightstand sits a tall glass of water and two white tablets. Tucked underneath is a neon yellow sticky note with neat handwriting. ‘Drink me. There’s hangover soup in the kitchen if I haven’t burned the building down yet. Aspirin is for the hammer in your head. Take it and don’t die on me. N.’

My mom looked at me, confused. "Just how much did you drink, Chris?" she asked, and I shook my head. "Umm, a little too much," I mumbled, and she shook her head. "Well, finish it up or your hangover will probably last days," she said, and Dante looked to me. "That was what I was telling you. He has to put something in his stomach or he’ll just continue to be hung over," he said, and I sighed, looking to Dante and then my mom.

“Drink this, it will help.” I peer suspiciously at the contents. “Is that ginger tea?” “And lemon,” she adds. “And toast. And painkillers. Hangover cure.” I stare at her like she’s just performed magic. “You are an angel, you are my angel.” “I know.” I sit up slowly, cradling my head as I take a cautious sip. It’s warm, soothing, and honestly might be the only thing keeping me alive right now. After a few seconds, the memories from last night start creeping back in. The club. The music. Tony’s smile. His laugh. The way he walked me to the car. The way I talked. A lot.

The next day the hangovers came, everyone was in the kitchen brewing or cooking something. When Adrian woke up, he had taken pain killers but he needed something warm. He went down stairs to at least get something warm from the kitchen, when he got to there, they was almost a crowd and it smelt nice inside, someone was making delicious coffee. They were about sixteen persons nursing a hang over in their kitchen and Lee Cha Cha was serving steaming hot coffee and it smelled amazing. He nodded to the guys and two girls and strode to the counter

she said and smiled while I laughed . Quincy I just woke up and I strached a little "geez another hangover" I mutters as I stood up from bed lazily while my head hurts I can't even remember last night so I headed downstairs and went to the kitchen but I just went straight to the fridge, I took the drink and gulped the whole bottle at once.

I twisted back around and added, “A stick in the mud who’s apparently been choked before.” “Sit, Angelica, before you hurt yourself or break something,” he said with his back still to me. Screwing up my face, I mocked him before turning around and staggering to the table. “Stick in the mud,” I muttered as I sat down. He brought over a glass of water for each of us and then turned back around and went to the stove again. “Drink at least the whole glass and maybe you won’t have a hangover in the morning.” “Really?”

What—? Penelope paled as she heard the topic down the hotel hall. Is this karma?! Penelope Zircon, the avid gossiper, now had become the gossip itself?! Her hands were trembling as she asked the staff to prepare her breakfast. And one servant came closer to serve her today's menu. He said, "Miss, we can serve you a hot chicken soup in a minute. Hot chicken soups are best for hangovers." What is this? So kind! "Thank you! Your service is the best..." Penelope smiled.

Alvara's Point of View Oily food was the only cure for a severe hangover. Or so I've heard. I had never been hungover before. Never dared drink more than Eugene had allowed. Last night had slammed into me the moment I put my head on the bed. I wasn't alone in that. Both Teagan and Adelia had puked up their guts alongside me.

His wife was so cute that she could charm anyone, even her adoptive brother. The next day… The boys woke up with splitting headaches. They never imagined that drinking alcohol would have such repercussions. “Who else feels like their heads are about to burst?” “Do you guys still have heads? I feel like mine had been left in an explosion.” Levi spoke as he grunted. “So, this is what a hangover feels like.” As they were still grunting, Emmy’s voice came through the door, “Guys, freshen up and come over. I have made hangover soup for you. It works like magic, and you feel better in no time after consuming it.”

“Nothing serious. She just apologized for Thanksgiving. Said she overstepped.” He narrowed his eyes slightly, but didn’t push. “That sounds… unlike her.” “I guess it's a christmas miracle,” I mumbled, walking toward the couch. He chuckled. “You hungry?” I gave a noncommittal shrug. “I was thinking sushi and Thai,” he said, already pulling out his phone to order. “Sushi?” I repeated, my stomach twisting. He glanced up. “Yeah, my go to hangover cure.” I swallowed. “I’m not really in the mood for raw fish.”