I'm the first one up and set to work making some coffee; a bowl of instant nescafe with several spoonfuls of sugar and a drizzle of water on top to wash it down. Slowly, the others straggle in, and we begin to piece together the night before.
"So did any of you hallucinate?" Preston asks between trumpeting noisily into a tissue.
"I didn't," Rose sighs, "but Chastity...." she waggles her finger, "I wouldn't be surprised if our friend Chastity here hallucinated."
"God, Chas, are you even aware that you hooked up with like five, maybe six nasty looking guys at that club?" I shake my head. "I mean, there were a few decent ones that you could have gone after. Like, all the Italians that were there."
They look at me quizzically.
"You know, all the Italians that were at the club?" But even as I'm saying it, the idea doesn't seem right. We are in Spain, after all. Maybe my mind just wanted to see Italians.
"Maybe I did hallucinate!" I announce triumphantly, grinning ear to ear.
After coffee, we plop down on the couch to watch some more Friends. The sun is pouring in the windows, the absinthe is still frolicking around in our systems somewhere, and we'd be content to lounge happily about all day. Or at least, three-quarters of us would.
"Come ON!!!" At 2pm Preston is dressed and tapping his foot impatiently. We are still in pajamas and permanently fixed in our positions.
"You guys." Preston huffs. "Friends is OVER. You can't just stay here all DAY."
"Ah, ah, ah." I counter from my section of couch. "Bonus features!"
I prod Rose with my foot. "Bonus features. Wake up!" She grumbles something, swats at my foot, and snuggles deeper into the cushion.
Preston glowers at all of us in turn, his glare finally fixing on Chastity, who is in her classic asleep position, head back, slack-jawed, letting out the occasional snore.
"Chastity!" He bellows. She snorts and starts abruptly, looking around wild eyed. Preston lets out a long, pained sigh.
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