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“Seriously, why the FUCK did I set that dumbass song as my alarm.”
Player immediately thought, as they jolted up from their chair. They’d spent all night writing in their diary again. It was really the best they could settle for, after the absolute shitshow of events they’d witnessed leading up to this morning. The writing was smudged; they must have messed it up last night. They looked to their side; a half finished bottle of beer sat there. Their gaze travelled to the ground; another spilled beer bottle laid on the floor.
Player rubbed their head and groaned. “God….how much did I drink..???” They mumbled to themselves. They got up and looked around their messy room. Georgie was nowhere to be seen; he’d already left for the day. They heard the distant chatter of their friends downstairs. They had a little get-together last night; after Zizzy found a small stash of beer in a store on a supply run. They were all probably cleaning up the aftermath of the party. Player didn’t even notice how lost in their thoughts they were until their phone buzzed.
They pulled out their phone, only to see five missed notifications. How the hell did they text five different people at once?? They scrolled through the missed messages. A philosophical conversation with Mimi was prominent; a drunken ramble on the meaning of life and what comes after death. They were surprised on how profound it was. They’d chatted with Pony momentarily too; just nightly exchanges and talking about the party—
“Wait? What the hell?” Player IMMEDIATELY felt their heart drop all the way to their ass. How much DID they have to drink?? There was just NO WAY they had so much to drink the just randomly dropped all their thoughts onto Pony via text.
Player DID find him quite sweet; just a small “friend crush”, they assumed. The texts were full of typos yet they could read them clear as day. They were both drunk off of their asses and spewing out the most ridiculous love confession ever. Sharing stories of near-death encounters, and overall experiences almost took up three hours of the previous night. 2-5 A.M., to be exact.
Whatever. Player was so hungover, they just went to bed again. It can fix itself.
Then again, they really didn’t wish everyone a good morning. (It’s not even morning. It’s 2:34.)
Player sat up again and sped down the stairs. Just say hi, don’t be weird, just say hi, DON’T BE WEIRD. Upon reaching the main area they almost tripped.
“uhhhHI.” They blurted out, their brain immediately short circuited. Oh my god, were they serious? They look like a dumbass now. Literally EVERYONE is downstairs. Zee looked at them like they had three eyes. Pony’s head immediately went back to the book he was reading.
“Oh, you’re up!” Mimi giggled. “Are you alright? Do you need some ibuprofen?”
“Uhh, no.” They muttered, already about to go upstairs. “I mean….” They backtracked. Their forehead did hurt pretty bad, considering they just faceplanted off the stairs.
“Alright.” Mimi said, walking to the kitchen. Player looked at their friends awkwardly. Mimi returned with the pills and a bottle of water. “Alright, just go lay down.”
Player went back upstairs again, and flopped onto their bed. This really would get nowhere.
All of the sudden they heard a knock at the door. They willed themselves up again, trailing to the door. No way they wanted to open it, after they made a complete fool of themselves.
“Hey, Mimi asked if you wanted some food..?” Player tensed up at Pony’s voice. It would automatically be better if it was Zuzy or Mimi herself. “Nah, I’m not hungry.”
“Alright. Um- can I..come in?”
Player hesitated for a moment, before agreeing.