Hangovers at the Pard house

Jason slowly woke, the pillow over his head, Gabe was against his back. He moved the pillow and slowly opened his eyes, then shut them quickly, whimpering.

That's when the headache started. Followed by the rest of his body protesting, making its hurts known. He slowly starting to curl into a ball, whining, when his stomach started to roll.

He quickly pushes himself off the bed, blindly hurrying towards the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before losing what little bit was there. Choking and retching, stomach acid burning his throat, leaving a nasty taste in his mouth. Slowly sinks to his knees, his head hanging over the toilet, waiting for the next wave to hit. Head pounding, his eyes hurting, swearing he'll never drink again.

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Jason shuffles into the kitchen, wincing, gripping a bottle of aspirin like it's made of gold. Stares at the bar, debating washing them down with tequila. Shakes his head slowly and pulls the orange juice from the fridge, sitting on the kitchen floor, trying to open the aspirin bottle.