I look at the pool. They left the bottle, but James and Alex were still there. They better finish it. I go back up to the Brute room, and jump into a bed. I quickly fall asleep.
I open my eyes; the sun was beginning to rise. I was propped up against the island in the kitchen.
Are the others awake?
Dried blood was spilled on the floor from last night. The others probably don't even remember a thing. I grab onto the counter, and pull myself up. I manage to stand, and I slowly make my way upstairs.
(The night before) "No it's mine!" I fight James on the chair for the last shot in the bottle. "No way! This shot has my name written on it!" I try and move the bottle away, but we fall of the chair and I let go of the bottle. It crashes on the floor broken. "You... Moron..." I say, unable to say any more and fall dead asleep.
"Your the... *yawn*... Moron..." I instantly fall asleep lying on top of him from when we fell.
I wake up the next morning, and my head is pounding. I notice that I'm wearing a shirt that isn't mine, though I have no clue why. I try to remember what happened last night, but everything is a blur. Groaning, I pull my knees up to my chest and rest my head on them in an attempt to get rid of the pain that feels like someone bashing my head with a sledgehammer.
"Not really, everything from last night is a blur..." I mutter. I recall seeing him wearing this shirt earlier yesterday, before everything that's blurry. "Um, is this shirt yours?"
"Not a clue..." I reply, moaning slightly. After a small struggle, I manage to take it off, and hand it back. I'll change out of this swimming costume later...
I wake up and feel a weight crush me. Opening my eyes, I see Alex had fallen on top of me and slept like that all night. "Uhhhhhhhh." I let out a groan. "My head..."