I woke up the following morning with the hangover from hell….and the smell of cooking?



I stumble out to the kitchen to find Dave cooking breakfast. ‘Good morning sunshine’ He grins at me. Yeh real funny.
I mumbled something back as I took a seat at the bench.
‘Nothin’ like a greasy fry up to cure a hang over’ Dave say’s as he puts a plate down in front of me.




Hang on a minute.
‘Did you…..Did we?’



Dave smirked first. Then assured me that we didn’t.
I breathed a sigh of relief. Thank god.
Not that I don’t want to, but I at least want to remember it!

I was still picking at my food when Dave finished his and got up to leave for work giving me a kiss goodbye and telling me to be a good girl and eat my breakfast. He was a shit stirrer. But a sweet one.



I sat back down and started at my plate. My head was throbbing and I had my first shift at the record store today.
I think the bacon and eggs are mocking me because I swear they’re smiling at me.




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