WHO: Honey Seyb and Hailey Cooper WHEN: December 27th. Morning-ish. WHERE: Their room. WHAT: Honey is SAD (and hungover), but Hailey is a good friend/roomie. ❤ RATING: Likely low unless one or both of them get mouthy. STATUS: Ongoing
There were no words for how awful she felt. Both emotionally and physically now, thanks to her actions the day before. Honey knew drinking your sorrows away didn't really solve anything, but she couldn't think of anything else. Sitting in her room just made her think of Seb, which in turn either made her want to cry or made her heart hurt. She couldn't stew in her miserable thoughts, and it was fortunate that the guys she'd passed when walking back to her dorm had suggested spiked eggnog. Once Honey took a sip and felt how warm and fuzzy the alcohol could make her feel, she had decided that was the avenue she was going to take. She always smiled, always put on the brave face, so she figured she deserved to be irresponsible for a change. It wasn't like she was running around campus engaging in shenanigans or debauchery. She just didn't want to feel for awhile.
However, that idea didn't seem so good right now. Hailey had been good to her, making her eat food and drink something that wasn't drenched in rum, but her head was still pounding today. She'd gotten up a few times in the early hours, afraid her rolling stomach would toss up whatever her friend had forced down her throat the night before, but Honey was lucky. She hadn't gotten sick, though she still felt like death. Was this what she was missing not getting drunk often like some of her peers? If so, it suddenly seemed like a much better idea to carry on the way she did instead.
Groaning as she woke up for the third time, Honey rolled onto her side and attempted to close her eyes. The pounding in her head was extreme, and she sighed heavily as she realized sleep was not going to come back anytime soon. "I hate my life," she grumbled aloud, attempting to cover herself with her comforter in the hopes of smothering the pain.