Chapter 9
(Kevin's-point-of-view)
I slid my sunglasses over the bridge of my nose, careful not to make much movement. I had already vomited once and now was developing a throbbing headache. "Howie," I whispered into the bathroom, "come on."
He continued leave his head positioned over the toilet. "I don't think I ca-----AAAGGGG!" To put his condition simply- nasty.
I slumped onto the bed. I hadn't been this hungover since.....my father's death. I was underage at the time, but I was so angry I allowed myself to indulge to forget the pain-much as Howie had done.
I was disturbed by a harsh knock at the door. "What?" I moaned clutching my head in my hands. "It's Brian!"
"Oh," I complained as I made my way to the door twisting the handle.
"Well, don't you look lovely," he whistled sarcastically.
"Shut up," I hissed.
He glanced into the restroom. "You two are pathetic!"
"Oh, like you've never been drunk."
"I've never been hungover- unlike some people."
"Well, thank you, Mr.Religion."
Howie lifted his head. "Could someone help me out here?"
Brian gently lifted him to his feet. "Come on, buddy, duties call. Interviews at noon."
"What time is it?"
"Ten o'clock. You guys have a few hours to sober up and I suggest you use every minute of your time. Looks like you need it."
I rolled my eyes. "Bite the bullet."
Howie slumped over against the sheets. "I want my mommy."
'So, I want my dad," I muttered to myself.
"What was that?" Brian asked as he dialed room service.
"Nothing."
He conitinued. "Yes, I need two pots of BLACK coffee sent to room 218 stat."
He took a second glance at the restroom. "And one more thing- housekeeping please."
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