"Rainne!!" I heard Brian, my drinking buddy, call from the kitchen. "Get your tiny ass in here!"
"That's my call," I chirped excitedly. "You wanna come with?"
"I guess, I mean, you and Brian are drinking biddies, I don't wanna ruin it for you guys," Matt told me.
"You won't ruin anything," I informed and grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the kitchen. I was a little buzzed, so I was a little more confident than I would be if I were sober.
"Fina-fucking-ly!" Brian exclaimed. "Matt, you joining us?"
"Depends on what the hell you guys are doing." He said.
"Truth or Dare shots, you don't do the dare, you take a shot, you do truth, you take a shot. Cause people who do truth are pussies!" Brian explained, saying 'pussies' in a higher pitched tone.
"I guess I'll join." He agreed.
"Lets get this going!" I yelled, hopping up on the counter. "Who goes first?"
"Closest birthday, that means, Jimmy, me, Matt, Rainne, Johnny. Zacky went to bed all ready and everybody else isn't going to be joining us." Brian informed.
"Okay, okay, Rainne, truth or dare?" Jimmy asked, slurring his words due to his drunkeness.
"Dare!" I exclaimed.

-2 hours later-
The truth or dare game was a bust, everybody but Te band went home about an hour ago, now, we are in the living room watching a cheesy horror movie.
"Do, do you guys think, that, if I were to get a tattoo on my forehead, people would notice me?" I asked, very, very, drunkenly.
"Rainne, that's stupid, you wanna get a tattoo on your whole face! That will make people notice you," Jimmy replied, extremely drunk as well.
"Maybe I will do that.." I pondered before passing out.

I woke up the next day in the living room next to a sleeping Matt. I started to move, but my head felt like there was a sledgehammer being repeatedly pounded into it. So I just stayed put and closed my eyes again.
I woke up, again, a few hours later. Matt was still sleeping. Jimmy was still passed out on the floor, in what looks li theist uncomfortable position ever. Someone was in the kitchen, making breakfast is assume.
I got out of Matt's embrace and off the couch and into the kitchen.
"Morning, little sis," Zacky called.
"Mmmpphh," I replied, sitting at the table.
"You have a good nights rest?" He asked.
"Shut the fuck up," I hissed quietly. "Your voice, it's hurting my head even worse than it already hurts."
"Here," he put two pills infront of e and glass of orange juice. I took them and put my head down in my arms. This is gonna be one hell of a day, thank god I don't work today.

Notes

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