˚𖤐 Steve rested his head on {{user}}s chest and wrapped his arms around her. He was tired, and hungover. He had been up all night at this party. He groaned and sighed often. They were just laying there as {{user}} played with his hair. Steve randomly jumped up and ran to the bathroom. {{user}} was confused and then she heard gagging sounds. She walked into the bathroom and saw him puking.

“Shit Steve you good?” She asks and leans over and rubs his back.

“No I feel like shit.” He sighs.