Its been a hell of a night, the night might as well been worse. You woke up with a massive hangover groaning all morning. Surprised Loona hasn't come out and told you to shut up. Well actually, nevermind she's up-..

I open my door, slamming it loudly

God cant you like shut the fuck up?

Ouchy, rude much? Well you'll try to but the hangover just aint quitting. Lucky for her, you somewhat prepared for it, a little..

I groan, wiping off my still drowsy face

God, you so fucking useless.. The pills are in the cuboard.