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Michael
After I stopped dancing with Maria, and I couldn't find her again, I drank a little too much, so Kyle had me sleepover. Therefore, here I am, eating a humongous breakfast of pancakes and coffee that I made myself. There's some for Kyle too, as a sort of thanks, but he isn't up yet.
Thank god his parents aren't coming home till tomorrow though, because the place is a disaster. Oh well, it hurts too much to think right now, let alone clean up.
Rubbing my head, I take another sip of my coffee and drop my head down on the bar. God, I hate hangovers. At least this one isn't too bad, thanks to the gallons of freaking water I drank last night.
A bell goes off in my ears, and I cover them, lifting up my head to see what it is. Maria walks into the Crashdown and I sit up, running a hand through my hair. Late night? Kyle was wondering where she'd been.
"Hey Maria," I mumble out, taking another gulp of coffee. Thank god I took a shower this morning and took some of Kyle's clothes. At least I don't look how I feel.
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When I open the door to The Crashdown I come across a suspiciously familiar head of hair. I can't see the guys face ,because his head is bent over with his hands over his ears. It isn't until he rises to the full upright position that I recognize the intruder. He runs his hand through his hair in this rather annoying sexy way that makes me wanna jump him, but seeing as how my instincts were so sucky last time I think I'll keep my pants on for the time being. "Hey Maria," He mumbles and it is apparent to me that the 'Hang Over' fairy has indeed visited this poor lad.
He takes a rather large sip of coffee while I stand frozen in place. After the night I had the last person I wanna see is Rath's gorgeous borther. That's like pouring salt into an open wound. "What are you doing here?" I question unable to mask th surprise in my expression. Nodding toward the feast that appears to be breakfast I retort, "I hope your planning on paying for that, because if not that's theft buddy." Whoa if it's possible I am acting bitchier than usual.
It's not his fault that I got duped. "Sorry." I mumble for maybe the third time in my entire life. "It was a long night and I didn't get any sleep." Dragging my feet I make my way ove rto where he's at and I pull up a chair. " I need to ask you the hugest favor for which I will forever be in your debt. First off I need the biggest cup of coffee and two asprian I have the worst headache." I gesture to the small shelf behind him where the medications are located.
"And the second part is I need a heads up. On a scale from One to Ten on Kyle's pissed off meter would you say he's a 7 or an 8?" I question honestly worried about my step brothers mood. We aren't close by any means but we do attmept to take care of easch other and me running off tipsy with a guy with a motorcyle is the exact opposite of what he would have wanted for me. I try to smile, but it hurts too bad. "It was a great party though." I admonish lookin around hte joint which isn't the disaster area I had been expecting.
Then the memories come flooding back, "Oh God!" I exclaim in horror which no doubt turns my headache into a full migraine. I lower my voice respectively, "I sang...In front of people...last night." I run my fingers under my eyes hoping to rub some of the mascara off. The wind ried most of my hair but the tips so I don't look like a drowned rat ,but it's obvious that I've been swimming. Sighing I look over to the hottie and can't stop myself from asking,
"How bad was I?" LOL Considering what I've just done that should be retoricale. "I mean with the singing. It didn't sound like a cheap imitation of American Idol did it?" That would be my worst nightmare. My music is really important to me. It's the only thing I really take seriously.
When I open the door to The Crashdown I come across a suspiciously familiar head of hair. I can't see the guys face ,because his head is bent over with his hands over his ears. It isn't until he rises to the full upright position that I recognize the intruder. He runs his hand through his hair in this rather annoying sexy way that makes me wanna jump him, but seeing as how my instincts were so sucky last time I think I'll keep my pants on for the time being. "Hey Maria," He mumbles and it is apparent to me that the 'Hang Over' fairy has indeed visited this poor lad.
He takes a rather large sip of coffee while I stand frozen in place. After the night I had the last person I wanna see is Rath's gorgeous borther. That's like pouring salt into an open wound. "What are you doing here?" I question unable to mask th surprise in my expression. Nodding toward the feast that appears to be breakfast I retort, "I hope your planning on paying for that, because if not that's theft buddy." Whoa if it's possible I am acting bitchier than usual.
It's not his fault that I got duped. "Sorry." I mumble for maybe the third time in my entire life. "It was a long night and I didn't get any sleep." Dragging my feet I make my way ove rto where he's at and I pull up a chair. " I need to ask you the hugest favor for which I will forever be in your debt. First off I need the biggest cup of coffee and two asprian I have the worst headache." I gesture to the small shelf behind him where the medications are located.
"And the second part is I need a heads up. On a scale from One to Ten on Kyle's pissed off meter would you say he's a 7 or an 8?" I question honestly worried about my step brothers mood. We aren't close by any means but we do attmept to take care of easch other and me running off tipsy with a guy with a motorcyle is the exact opposite of what he would have wanted for me. I try to smile, but it hurts too bad. "It was a great party though." I admonish lookin around hte joint which isn't the disaster area I had been expecting.
Then the memories come flooding back, "Oh God!" I exclaim in horror which no doubt turns my headache into a full migraine. I lower my voice respectively, "I sang...In front of people...last night." I run my fingers under my eyes hoping to rub some of the mascara off. The wind ried most of my hair but the tips so I don't look like a drowned rat ,but it's obvious that I've been swimming. Sighing I look over to the hottie and can't stop myself from asking,
"How bad was I?" LOL Considering what I've just done that should be retoricale. "I mean with the singing. It didn't sound like a cheap imitation of American Idol did it?" That would be my worst nightmare. My music is really important to me. It's the only thing I really take seriously.
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"What are you doing here?" Maria asks, sounding completely surprised. Like it's so unusual to be at the Crashdown for breakfast. But whatever. Too much thinking hurts. "I hope your planning on paying for that, because if not that's theft buddy." She says, and I look at her, an incredulous smirk on my face.
"Nice manners."
"Sorry." She mumbles out, and I just smile at her. "It was a long night and I didn't get any sleep." she adds, ask if lack of sleep can be an excuse. Well, I suppose it can, because I feel like shit, and I didn't really sleep last night either.
"I need to ask you the hugest favor for which I will forever be in your debt. First off I need the biggest cup of coffee and two asprian I have the worst headache." She continues, and I grab the thing of coffee and pour her one, then search the counter next to me for aspirin.
"Here you go." I tell her, passing it along the counter.
"And the second part is I need a heads up. On a scale from One to Ten on Kyle's pissed off meter would you say he's a 7 or an 8?"
Grinning, I sit up again, and drink some more of my coffee. "Well, I told him you probably went to a girlfriend's house," I start, thinking back to last night. "So probably a 6? Maybe a 5?" She looks really worried, but then her mood shifts again, and she starts talking about the party.
"It was a great party though." Yeah, loads of fun. I mean, I danced for like ten minutes and got drunk as hell. Grand old time. "Yeah."
I put my head down again for a second, then Maria shouts and I groan, lifting it back up again. "Oh God! I sang...In front of people...last night."
Looking at her a little angrily, I try to think of how that's a bad thing. She has a great voice, and everyone was too drunk to remember anyways.
"How bad was I? I mean with the singing. It didn't sound like a cheap imitation of American Idol did it?" She asks, looking at me like whatever I say could make or ruin the rest of her life.
"Well, what I remember of it was actually really good. You have a nice voice Maria," I say honestly, trying my best not to mumble it out so I don't have to repeat it. I'm too tired to keep any thought in my head that long.
"Why are you so worried?"
"What are you doing here?" Maria asks, sounding completely surprised. Like it's so unusual to be at the Crashdown for breakfast. But whatever. Too much thinking hurts. "I hope your planning on paying for that, because if not that's theft buddy." She says, and I look at her, an incredulous smirk on my face.
"Nice manners."
"Sorry." She mumbles out, and I just smile at her. "It was a long night and I didn't get any sleep." she adds, ask if lack of sleep can be an excuse. Well, I suppose it can, because I feel like shit, and I didn't really sleep last night either.
"I need to ask you the hugest favor for which I will forever be in your debt. First off I need the biggest cup of coffee and two asprian I have the worst headache." She continues, and I grab the thing of coffee and pour her one, then search the counter next to me for aspirin.
"Here you go." I tell her, passing it along the counter.
"And the second part is I need a heads up. On a scale from One to Ten on Kyle's pissed off meter would you say he's a 7 or an 8?"
Grinning, I sit up again, and drink some more of my coffee. "Well, I told him you probably went to a girlfriend's house," I start, thinking back to last night. "So probably a 6? Maybe a 5?" She looks really worried, but then her mood shifts again, and she starts talking about the party.
"It was a great party though." Yeah, loads of fun. I mean, I danced for like ten minutes and got drunk as hell. Grand old time. "Yeah."
I put my head down again for a second, then Maria shouts and I groan, lifting it back up again. "Oh God! I sang...In front of people...last night."
Looking at her a little angrily, I try to think of how that's a bad thing. She has a great voice, and everyone was too drunk to remember anyways.
"How bad was I? I mean with the singing. It didn't sound like a cheap imitation of American Idol did it?" She asks, looking at me like whatever I say could make or ruin the rest of her life.
"Well, what I remember of it was actually really good. You have a nice voice Maria," I say honestly, trying my best not to mumble it out so I don't have to repeat it. I'm too tired to keep any thought in my head that long.
"Why are you so worried?"
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"Well, what I remember of it was actually really good. You have a nice voice Maria," He states and is matter of fact tone both shocks and impresses me. A lot of guys would have some cheezy responce which would be made not because they really cared ,but because they wanted to get laid. Wow, I am too young to be this cynical. Although past experience has taught me if you expect nothing ,and get nothing. Then you won't be disappointed. "Why are you so worried?"
Isn't that the million dollar question. I've never told any guy about my music. Not a single one. Zan knows because he sensed in me. Oh yeah and he caught me singing in his shower one time. That's a funny story ,but not one I'd care to share now. Should I tell him? He looks geniunely interested and not at all like he just wants to rip my clothes off. Which isn't necessarily a bad thing. Just entirely unexpected. Trying to dodge the topic I reply, "Thanks for covering for me with Kyle last night."
Ha Ha I'm prety slick. "He would kill me if he knew where I was." That gains me an inquisitve look from Michel. Uh Oh. Busted. I really don't wanna go into that. I should just not speak it would be better for humanity. Instead I try to cover my tracks. "Uh.. So the music thing. It's kind of a hobby. No, hobby's not the right word. Um... Passion of mine. I try my best to NOT suck a it." I laugh a little and amazing enough it doesn't hurt.
Yay for pain relievers!
"I'm kind of well known around school..." Understatemnt of the year. "And if they knew I was a singer they would want to hear my songs and expect me to perform at school functions and I just..." My eyes meet Michael's and for a moment I get lost in them Wow! They are so different from Rath's. They are the same shade ,but opposite intensities. Hmmm.Interesting.
"My songs are really personal to me. I don't even show Zan my original stuff."
Why am I opening up to him? He'll just blow me off like his brother. What am I doing? "So..." I nod toward the bottles of booth still lined across the beverage table. "Which one of these bad boys did you in?" I hop up and grab the bottle of Jack Daniels. "Jim, Jack, and Jose are my three favorite men, but last night Jack was none to kind to me." Putting the cap back on I give him a slight smile before mumbling. "Probably should have laid off the men last night." Why thinkig then I wouldn't have got laid. Not that I regret it. It's just that... Uh I don't know. Everything's so confusing.
"Well, what I remember of it was actually really good. You have a nice voice Maria," He states and is matter of fact tone both shocks and impresses me. A lot of guys would have some cheezy responce which would be made not because they really cared ,but because they wanted to get laid. Wow, I am too young to be this cynical. Although past experience has taught me if you expect nothing ,and get nothing. Then you won't be disappointed. "Why are you so worried?"
Isn't that the million dollar question. I've never told any guy about my music. Not a single one. Zan knows because he sensed in me. Oh yeah and he caught me singing in his shower one time. That's a funny story ,but not one I'd care to share now. Should I tell him? He looks geniunely interested and not at all like he just wants to rip my clothes off. Which isn't necessarily a bad thing. Just entirely unexpected. Trying to dodge the topic I reply, "Thanks for covering for me with Kyle last night."
Ha Ha I'm prety slick. "He would kill me if he knew where I was." That gains me an inquisitve look from Michel. Uh Oh. Busted. I really don't wanna go into that. I should just not speak it would be better for humanity. Instead I try to cover my tracks. "Uh.. So the music thing. It's kind of a hobby. No, hobby's not the right word. Um... Passion of mine. I try my best to NOT suck a it." I laugh a little and amazing enough it doesn't hurt.
Yay for pain relievers!
"I'm kind of well known around school..." Understatemnt of the year. "And if they knew I was a singer they would want to hear my songs and expect me to perform at school functions and I just..." My eyes meet Michael's and for a moment I get lost in them Wow! They are so different from Rath's. They are the same shade ,but opposite intensities. Hmmm.Interesting. "My songs are really personal to me. I don't even show Zan my original stuff."
Why am I opening up to him? He'll just blow me off like his brother. What am I doing? "So..." I nod toward the bottles of booth still lined across the beverage table. "Which one of these bad boys did you in?" I hop up and grab the bottle of Jack Daniels. "Jim, Jack, and Jose are my three favorite men, but last night Jack was none to kind to me." Putting the cap back on I give him a slight smile before mumbling. "Probably should have laid off the men last night." Why thinkig then I wouldn't have got laid. Not that I regret it. It's just that... Uh I don't know. Everything's so confusing.
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"Thanks for covering for me with Kyle last night. "He would kill me if he knew where I was." " Maria says, and I can tell through the haze of my hangover that she's ignoring the subject.
"You're welcome," I say quietly, and I'm about to ask where exactly she was, figuring that after covering for her I should be allowed to know, when she changes the subject again. What did she do last night?
"Uh.. So the music thing. It's kind of a hobby. No, hobby's not the right word. Um... Passion of mine. I try my best to NOT suck a it." She says, laughing a little. Ah, what I wouldn't give for it to not hurt if I laughed right now. Damn alcohol.
"I'm kind of well known around school..." Pssht. Yeah right. If you don't know who Maria is, you don't go to our school. "And if they knew I was a singer they would want to hear my songs and expect me to perform at school functions and I just..." She breaks off, staring at me, and I bring a hand up to my face, wondering if there's something on it, but she starts again quickly.
"My songs are really personal to me. I don't even show Zan my original stuff." She doesn't look exactly comfortable telling me all of this, but I decide that it's less painful to just sit here in silence then to talk. My head is pounding out of my skull.
Totally changing the topic again, she jumps up. Wow, talk about ADD. "So...Which one of these bad boys did you in? Jim, Jack, and Jose are my three favorite men, but last night Jack was none to kind to me. Probably should have laid off the men last night."
"God, I don't even know what I drank last night," I mutter, putting my head down again.
"So, where were you?" I ask out of curiousity, my eyes still closed. "And you know, you shouldn't be embarrassed about singing and whatever."
"Thanks for covering for me with Kyle last night. "He would kill me if he knew where I was." " Maria says, and I can tell through the haze of my hangover that she's ignoring the subject.
"You're welcome," I say quietly, and I'm about to ask where exactly she was, figuring that after covering for her I should be allowed to know, when she changes the subject again. What did she do last night?
"Uh.. So the music thing. It's kind of a hobby. No, hobby's not the right word. Um... Passion of mine. I try my best to NOT suck a it." She says, laughing a little. Ah, what I wouldn't give for it to not hurt if I laughed right now. Damn alcohol.
"I'm kind of well known around school..." Pssht. Yeah right. If you don't know who Maria is, you don't go to our school. "And if they knew I was a singer they would want to hear my songs and expect me to perform at school functions and I just..." She breaks off, staring at me, and I bring a hand up to my face, wondering if there's something on it, but she starts again quickly.
"My songs are really personal to me. I don't even show Zan my original stuff." She doesn't look exactly comfortable telling me all of this, but I decide that it's less painful to just sit here in silence then to talk. My head is pounding out of my skull.
Totally changing the topic again, she jumps up. Wow, talk about ADD. "So...Which one of these bad boys did you in? Jim, Jack, and Jose are my three favorite men, but last night Jack was none to kind to me. Probably should have laid off the men last night."
"God, I don't even know what I drank last night," I mutter, putting my head down again.
"So, where were you?" I ask out of curiousity, my eyes still closed. "And you know, you shouldn't be embarrassed about singing and whatever."
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He mumbles clearly still feeling the effects of last nights binge. "God, I don't even know what I drank last night," He puts his head down and I can't help but think how cute he looks when he's all sickly. Oh God there really is something wrong with me?! I'm getting the mother complex! I want to take care of him? Hopefuly thats just the hangover talking and tomorrow I'll be all better. "So, where were you?"He questions without ever raising his head.
Uh well at least I don't have to worry about lying to his face. I can't see it. :lol:"And you know, you shouldn't be embarrassed about singing and whatever." That's probably the sweetest thing I've heard all night. He is nothing like his brother. Not wanting to outright fib I just beat around the proverbially bush. "I just went out with a friend. We raised some hell ,and then he dropped me off." I can't believe I let the he slip out.
Grrr
"Thanks for being so cool about my music ,but I'd appreciate it if we could keep this between us. You know our little secret." Yeah I am quickly collecting a lot of those. "You look like hell." I state with the upmost amount of affection that can be in a sentiment with the word hell in it. "Can I get you something? Or do something for you?" I question wanting to erase that look of agony that I can now see easily etched across his handsome face.
He mumbles clearly still feeling the effects of last nights binge. "God, I don't even know what I drank last night," He puts his head down and I can't help but think how cute he looks when he's all sickly. Oh God there really is something wrong with me?! I'm getting the mother complex! I want to take care of him? Hopefuly thats just the hangover talking and tomorrow I'll be all better. "So, where were you?"He questions without ever raising his head.
Uh well at least I don't have to worry about lying to his face. I can't see it. :lol:"And you know, you shouldn't be embarrassed about singing and whatever." That's probably the sweetest thing I've heard all night. He is nothing like his brother. Not wanting to outright fib I just beat around the proverbially bush. "I just went out with a friend. We raised some hell ,and then he dropped me off." I can't believe I let the he slip out.
Grrr
"Thanks for being so cool about my music ,but I'd appreciate it if we could keep this between us. You know our little secret." Yeah I am quickly collecting a lot of those. "You look like hell." I state with the upmost amount of affection that can be in a sentiment with the word hell in it. "Can I get you something? Or do something for you?" I question wanting to erase that look of agony that I can now see easily etched across his handsome face.Love is not finding the perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly. Looking for a little magic? Practical Enchantment
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My first thought when I look at the place is ‘I’m not cleaning this up. No way in hell I well not so much as lift a finger!’ hey I covered for maria twice last night when the parents called I think I deserve a break what with dealing with parents and their creepy power to know when something’s up a town over! And cleaning up vomit plus booting out guests who had decided to use her room, our parents room and even my room to do “stuff”. And where was she during her “party that Roswell well never forget” or what ever? Out with Rath! Honestly!
My second thought, when I notice the two people setting at the tables in the dinner is. That’s Michael not Rath he shale live. That is Maria.... she just might not!
I walk over to the table plastering a smile on my face acting as if I notice none of the carnage around me. “Hi Michael how are you feeling now?” I ask. Then I turn to Maria still smiling innocently. “And how are you feeling oh sister of mine?” I ask evil thought floating through my mind seriously I’m starting to scare my self here. But vengeance shall be mine! Ops I hope my inocent smile didn’t slip into an evil smirk that would be bad.
My first thought when I look at the place is ‘I’m not cleaning this up. No way in hell I well not so much as lift a finger!’ hey I covered for maria twice last night when the parents called I think I deserve a break what with dealing with parents and their creepy power to know when something’s up a town over! And cleaning up vomit plus booting out guests who had decided to use her room, our parents room and even my room to do “stuff”. And where was she during her “party that Roswell well never forget” or what ever? Out with Rath! Honestly!
My second thought, when I notice the two people setting at the tables in the dinner is. That’s Michael not Rath he shale live. That is Maria.... she just might not!
I walk over to the table plastering a smile on my face acting as if I notice none of the carnage around me. “Hi Michael how are you feeling now?” I ask. Then I turn to Maria still smiling innocently. “And how are you feeling oh sister of mine?” I ask evil thought floating through my mind seriously I’m starting to scare my self here. But vengeance shall be mine! Ops I hope my inocent smile didn’t slip into an evil smirk that would be bad.
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Kyle saunters in and I can tell he's up to something. He looks way too cheery. I thought for sure there'd be yelling. Maybe even a profanity or two. “Hi Michael how are you feeling now?” He questions to the poor hung over lad who appears as if he's being tortured. “And how are you feeling oh sister of mine?” Hmm maybe he's just geniunely concerned. Whoa I really misread him. I must be getting really paranoid.
"I feel awful." I answer honestly putting my best sickly face. "It hurts everywhere." I confide holding up my wrist to examine a big nasty purple bruise that had formed. Where the hell did that come from? Oh yeah! LOL Putting my hand under the table I pray that neither Michael nor Kyle notice the mark that Rath left. "What about you?" I inquire with new found curiocity. "Did you get lucky?" I tease alredy knowing the answer.
Kyle saunters in and I can tell he's up to something. He looks way too cheery. I thought for sure there'd be yelling. Maybe even a profanity or two. “Hi Michael how are you feeling now?” He questions to the poor hung over lad who appears as if he's being tortured. “And how are you feeling oh sister of mine?” Hmm maybe he's just geniunely concerned. Whoa I really misread him. I must be getting really paranoid.
"I feel awful." I answer honestly putting my best sickly face. "It hurts everywhere." I confide holding up my wrist to examine a big nasty purple bruise that had formed. Where the hell did that come from? Oh yeah! LOL Putting my hand under the table I pray that neither Michael nor Kyle notice the mark that Rath left. "What about you?" I inquire with new found curiocity. "Did you get lucky?" I tease alredy knowing the answer.
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ooc; Noticed how everyone seemed not to even realize that Liz was dropped off at the Crash because she was supposed to open it up. I would have thought that it would be assumed that since she was there it would have been cleaned.... is there something else I should do with Liz since obviously it seems no one wants her anywhere??
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With my head still down, I listen to her answer as to where she was, "I just went out with a friend. We raised some hell ,and then he dropped me off." A he? God, hopefully not one of those freaks from the party that kept playing those stupid drinking games. Or my brother. But if it was my brother, he'd probably be in here with her, rubbing it in my face. So I can probably count that one out. Lifting my head to try to read her face, I stay silent as she continues. I've decided it hurts my head less to stay silent.
"Thanks for being so cool about my music ,but I'd appreciate it if we could keep this between us. You know our little secret." She tells me, and I nod, pretending to cross my heart.
"I will," I mumble out, smiling.
I figure she's going to start rambling on about something else when she tells me how I obviously look, in few words. "You look like hell. Can I get you something? Or do something for you?" Well, that seemed to be meant kindly...so I'll take it that way.
"Not unless you've got a magic cure for hangovers." I tell her, just as Kyle walks down the stairs, looking cheery as hell. I hate him for being smart enough to not drink last night.
“Hi Michael how are you feeling now?” He asks, and I just glare at him before answering.
"Like I got hit in the head by a truck." I don't think he hears me though, because then he walks over towards Maria, acting all innocent and concerned, when I know he wants to strangle her. This should be entertaining.
With my head still down, I listen to her answer as to where she was, "I just went out with a friend. We raised some hell ,and then he dropped me off." A he? God, hopefully not one of those freaks from the party that kept playing those stupid drinking games. Or my brother. But if it was my brother, he'd probably be in here with her, rubbing it in my face. So I can probably count that one out. Lifting my head to try to read her face, I stay silent as she continues. I've decided it hurts my head less to stay silent.
"Thanks for being so cool about my music ,but I'd appreciate it if we could keep this between us. You know our little secret." She tells me, and I nod, pretending to cross my heart.
"I will," I mumble out, smiling.
I figure she's going to start rambling on about something else when she tells me how I obviously look, in few words. "You look like hell. Can I get you something? Or do something for you?" Well, that seemed to be meant kindly...so I'll take it that way.
"Not unless you've got a magic cure for hangovers." I tell her, just as Kyle walks down the stairs, looking cheery as hell. I hate him for being smart enough to not drink last night.
“Hi Michael how are you feeling now?” He asks, and I just glare at him before answering.
"Like I got hit in the head by a truck." I don't think he hears me though, because then he walks over towards Maria, acting all innocent and concerned, when I know he wants to strangle her. This should be entertaining.