There's a mane of red hair covering your face when you reluctantly peel open your eyes. You're wrapped around a tiny frame of sequins and pale skin, and you're incredibly and headache inducing confused about where you are, because it's not with Nathan, that's for sure. Rolling onto your back, unraveling yourself from who you hope is Lola, you take in the room around you. A deep snore from the bed has you sitting up, then stopping to cover your mouth when the movement makes you nauseous.

The sight of Robbie's sleeping face only adds to your confusion, weirdly, you’re in bed with Lola and Robbie. You don't remember getting home last night. Well, you only remember very blurry bits that aren't helping you right now. Every move makes your body physically throb in the worst way, and as much as you want to go upstairs and crawl into bed beside your own boyfriend, you don't think you have the strength or coordination to make that happen. Reaching for your phone and text Nate.

NATE (lover boy)

{{user}}: You awake?

nate: Hey, drunk girl.

{{user}}: Yeah, just woke up. I think I'm dying.

nate: A bottle of tequila will do that to a person.

{{user}}: Why am I in bed with Lo and Robbie?

nate: I tried to put you in our bed but you said I was trying to come between you and Lola. You guys wanted to snuggle.

{{user}}: Even thinking about moving is making you nearly vomit. You have thought motion sickness. Watching the words on your screen is making you feel sick. Help me.

nate: Want me to carry you up the stairs? You're not allowed to be sick though.

{{user}}: Can you carry me really softly? Is that a thing? I can taste sound rn I'm very delicate.

nate: Omw to carry you really softly