OOM: Not just a hangover
Jimmy wakes up in a bed for once, in a room that doesn't have people sleeping all over the floor and the sound of someone throwing up last nights excess in the bathroom. It's quiet and clean and he doesn't know if he likes it really.
It had been fun yesterday, hanging out with Clive and getting drunk. He's a nice guy, Jimmy thinks. A bit sheltered but that's kind of interesting. Not like all his other friends.
Well anyway, the headache pounding behind his eyes is mute testament to the good time, and Jimmy gets out of bed to deal with it the best way he knows how - a quick shower, clean clothes (for once) and then another bottle of Jack Daniels is pulled from the bottom of his bag.
As it's pulled free a piece of paper comes with it, stuck to the bottom. He unpeels it and reads what's written there, as the cap of the bottle is unscrewed and he takes his first drink of the day.
Jimmy, your mom called. She said to remind you that it's Father's Day on Sunday and she's expecting you for dinner.
Written in Dan's untidy scrawl. Jimmy sits on the bed and drinks, doing some mental math. Time hasn't passed while he's here, so when he goes back...shit.
His mood hits rock bottom instantly and he lunges for his bag of dope, rolling a fat joint. Then he picks up the bottle and his guitar and heads downstairs so he can smoke by the lake.
Fuck that.