Oh god, what possessed me to drink enough to cause this kind of hangover? I can still feel the burn of liquor in my stomach and that just seems to turn everything all the more. I wince, turning away both to be... well, polite, and also because even the sound of my name is enough to make the world feel like it's reverberating around me.

"Please tell me that we just got really drunk and thought it'd be hilarious to dance naked around the apartment, then fell victim to exhaustion," I mutter, because that seems to be the only explanation.

I think I'm starting to hate alcohol.