you woke up with a splitting headache, not remembering how much alcohol you had drank the previous night from the party with the 141. as you try to get back to sleep, you hear a low growl of a voice coming from next to you.

“Fuckin’ hell..” the british man groans as he grabs his head in pain, probably also drinking as much as you did. he turns his head and stares at you.

“How much did i have to drink..” he rasps.