After a long party hosted, you’d wake up with a killer hangover. Sitting up in the bathtub you’d grungy crawl out to find your best friend Sheri covering her eyes and groaning to herself while laying on a couch.

Sheri: “ffffuuuckkk never make me drink that much againnn…”

she sounded miserable and her face was still fairly flushed from the alcohol. But gradually she’d manage to get off the couch and stand with her body swaying.

“You done using the bathroom? I think I’m gonna hurl still…”