Brigits_flame: Wine
"Uungh," My head hangs over the toilet as I fumble to reach the plunger. I manage to knock over the decorative tissue box sitting on the back of the toilet in the process, and cringe as it clatters onto the cold white tiles of my bathroom floor. "Shuddup," I mutter to the world in general, and try again for the flusher.
A hand closes over mine and guides me, helping me force the plunger down, and the rush of water fills my ears. "Drink this;" the sound of glass thudding against porcelain as a glass of water is proffered next to my head.
"Leave me alone."
"You'll feel better. Drink this. And I brought toast."
"Blarg," I make a face, but put my hand out to accept the water. With help guiding the glass up to my mouth I manage to swallow a few mouthfuls. I push the glass away. "I thought you had to go to work early?"
A low chuckle. "And miss out on the morning after? Don't talk crazy. Here. Eat something." I can feel toast in front of my lips, and I force myself to open my mouth for a bite. It takes a long time to chew, but eventually I swallow it down.
A long moment to see if I'll throw up again.
I exhale heavily and open my eyes to glare at the man in front of me. "You were supposed to stop me after the first bottle."
Bright blue eyes dancing, short blond hair still ruffled from sleep, he grins at me. "I tried. You wanted to celebrate."
"You were supposed to remind me why I stop at one bottle."
He shrugs. "You didn't want to be convinced."
"You're a horrible boyfriend. I hate you."
With a laugh he presses a kiss onto my brow. "I know. Here. Drink some more water."
A hand closes over mine and guides me, helping me force the plunger down, and the rush of water fills my ears. "Drink this;" the sound of glass thudding against porcelain as a glass of water is proffered next to my head.
"Leave me alone."
"You'll feel better. Drink this. And I brought toast."
"Blarg," I make a face, but put my hand out to accept the water. With help guiding the glass up to my mouth I manage to swallow a few mouthfuls. I push the glass away. "I thought you had to go to work early?"
A low chuckle. "And miss out on the morning after? Don't talk crazy. Here. Eat something." I can feel toast in front of my lips, and I force myself to open my mouth for a bite. It takes a long time to chew, but eventually I swallow it down.
A long moment to see if I'll throw up again.
I exhale heavily and open my eyes to glare at the man in front of me. "You were supposed to stop me after the first bottle."
Bright blue eyes dancing, short blond hair still ruffled from sleep, he grins at me. "I tried. You wanted to celebrate."
"You were supposed to remind me why I stop at one bottle."
He shrugs. "You didn't want to be convinced."
"You're a horrible boyfriend. I hate you."
With a laugh he presses a kiss onto my brow. "I know. Here. Drink some more water."