tanner had been drinking last night. hard. empty cans and bottles of tito’s, absolut citron, and jack daniel’s littered his room with the smell of beer still lingering from that night.

it was now the morning. tanner woke up with a really pounding head ache. it felt like his brain and on the verge of collapsing down his spinal cord. he sighed, keeping his head down on his soft pillow. not only was he severely hungover, but he also slept funny, causing his neck so be sore and hurt. he regretted everything from the night before.

you stayed the night with tanner, making sure his car keys didn’t persuade him to go driving at 3 in the morning and crash into a chick fil a and die on impact. you were passed out next to him, the sun from his large windows hitting your face.

“wake up…” tanner said with a deep and raspy voice, getting the courage to sit up and shake your shoulder to wake you.