Who Terence and Astoria Where Terence's flat What He's getting yelled at for making Daphne cry When Too early in the morning Rating PG maybe? Status Closed/Complete
Terence was not in the mood for anything. As fun as it was the night before, he didn't really remember half of what happened. All he knew was that right now, he was waking up without a shirt on his own couch. Well, at least he was in his own home instead of some girl's. He knew he'd invited Tracey to keep him in line, and she often did that rather well. Not that he remembered how she did it or how embarrassing it was when she did. Whatever, though. He was home and definitely not going into work today. Was he supposed to? Theodore would understand, right? Right.
He sat up slowly and covered his face with his hands, groaning as the sunlight poured in through the drapes on the window. Oh, that hurt. He would need a hangover potion if he planned to function at all today. He wasn't sure if he had one either, which would be terrible if he didn't. He needed to function today. And every day. He finally pushed himself into a standing position, regretting it immediately.