Hangover 1, Steph and Mia 0

I toss a little hearing noises outside the bedroom door. It’s Steph. She stumbles in laughing with and to absolutely no one or anything. She’s drunk.

She throws herself in the bed and lands on top of me. “Ow!” I yelp.

“Oh shit Mills, I forgot you were here.” Steph laughs.

So not funny.

Steph becomes a child when she’s drunk and needs a babysitter which looks like it’ll be me for the hundredth time. “What time is it?” I ask.

She slurs “I dunno. Like 4?”

I don’t know how she does it, if I stayed up drinking until four am I’d be hospitalized with a month-long hangover. Years ago, I could take that like a champ but now it just catches up to me.

I roll over so my back is facing Steph. I snuggle my head into the pillow and stare at nothing. “Hey, Steph?” I ask.

She replies with “Hmm?”

“Do you think that we’re safe here? That I’m safe here?” I ask.

She grunts and says “Yeah Mills. I’d never put you in a situation where you weren’t. Now go back to sleep. I can’t stay up for a second longer.”