"Sorry.." Jamie wheezed back, his voice now dropped to a whisper. That felt so much better on his ears. Terry was so wise in the ways of the hang over. He'd have to make her something to thank her for that amazing advice after this pain had gone away. Judging by the way his head was throbbing, he estimated that to be sometime in the next 150 years. It was going to be a long century and a half..
"I think I'm okay.. for the most part. Ow my head.." Jamie rolled over onto his side, the wide plastic strips now pressing into his face. "Uh...I think there was talk of late night swimming. To work the alcohol out of our systems." Jamie spoke slowly to ensure he didn't fumble over his words. He shot Terry a look and when he saw she was still wearing clothes he determined they did not go swimming. "It doesn't look like we went through with that suggestion."
Jamie's stomach contracted a couple of times and he was on the verge of vomiting. He shut his eyes and kept them that way till the feeling went away. That wouldn't have been pretty. "Are you okay?"