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Post by Redeim on Sept 7, 2011 21:30:43 GMT -5
Aeron woke up with the worst headache ever. He brought a hand to his forehead, only to feel something cold touch his head instead of his fingers. He looked groggily at what seemed to be a ring he didn't remember wearing the day before. He let his hand fall over the bed, letting out a sigh. What happened last night? He thought, trying to get his vision in focus in the dark hotel room.
He remained motionless as his memories came back to him through the haze of a hangover.
"Shi-Loreto, why the fuck are you here?" Aeron had asked when he saw the Italian boy just a few feet away from him.
Loreto tilted his head to the side, "Are you... drinking alcohol, Aeron?" He asked the slightly older boy.
Aeron shoved a bottle of beer to Loreto. "Don't tell anyone." He told him.
Loreto gently placed the bottle back on the counter, sitting next to Aeron. "I'm pretty sure the legal drinking age is still 21 here."
"Shut the hell up, Loreto." Aeron groaned, tired of getting lectured. As it was, he ran away from the hotel room after BaoChen threatened to snitch on him for sneaking drinks from the room's minibar. "Just drink." Aeron replied simply, handing his newest shot to Loreto.
"I don't want to drink Aeron." Loreto told him firmly. He wasn't used to seeing Aeron so forceful.
After a few more times of just asking him to drink, Aeron managed to force a shot down Loreto's throat. Loreto coughed and sputtered at first, but realized it wasn't so bad.
"Now have another," Aeron insisted, holding an extra shot in his hand.
Loreto took the shot and put it on the table, "Aeron, I think you should stop." He told his friend.
"Why? It's fun." Aeron replied.
"We could get arrested..." Loreto whispered, the bartender not too far away from them.
After that, it began to get fuzzy, but Aeron knew he had gotten Loreto drunk as well. He sighed, not sure exactly what was going on. He crawled out of the bed and noticed he was shirtless, but still had his boxers on. Okay... He thought to himself simply, letting out a sigh only to have the headache return tenfold. He grasped onto his head as he made his way into the bathroom. Turning on the light proved to be a mistake. He turned off the light and retreated back into the darkness of the main part of the hotel room, finally noticing his phone flash, saying it had a message. Or more like fifty... Aeron thought as he saw how many messages his mother had left.
Aeron! I want you to come home this instant! There's money in the bank for you to get a new plane ticket! Come home as soon as you can! Aeron jerked the phone away as soon as the message began, collapsing onto the bed only to realize he had fallen on somebody. He quickly turn around and pulled down the blanket, "Loreto?!" He said too loudly, clutching his head as he fell onto his side of the bed in the fetal position. Too loud... He scolded himself.
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Post by Tori on Sept 8, 2011 0:34:58 GMT -5
Lying on his stomach, curled in the fetal position with his arms holding his stomach as if he were sick, Loreto slowly started to open his eyes. That was when he realized then, that he was not where he thought he was. Without moving from his spot, mostly because he was too much in pain let alone hungover to even move, his eyes flickered across the room. Or at least as much of the room as he could. He heard something else then. Another person. He wasn't alone in this room after all. He wanted to look up to see who it was, but again, he was still too much in pain and shock to move a muscle.
He was confused alright. What....happened last night? Why--why don't I remember anything? he kept asking himself. But just the thoughts themselves hurt his head more. But not as much as the next thing that happened.
He nearly leaped off the bed with terror, and finally moving his body, he clutched his head with one hand while the other was still hugging his stomach. Loreto?! He heard the voice call out. Wait, what? He turned his head slowly to meet with the strangers, which turned out to be no stranger to him. "Aer--Aeron?" he questioned, collapsing back on the bed again, feeling nauseated again. "What...What happened? Where are we, and...." but he stopped dead silent when he too felt something odd on his finger. A gold ring. His eyes grew wide, taking his eyes off of the ring for two seconds just so he could look at Aeron before looking back at the ring on his finger.
"Aeron...I--" he clutched his head again, "I don't understand what happened..Where are we? Where are our families?" he asked, thinking Aeron would possibly know more than he did at the moment. "I--" he was about to say more, but stopped all of a sudden with a tight grip of his stomach and ran straight for the bathroom next, leaning over the toilet, and barfing up whatever he had had last night.
After about ten minutes in the bathroom, thinking he was pretty close to done, he washed his mouth out in the sink, and head back in the room where Aeron still was, obviously in just as much pain as he was. He noticed looking at his phone, and figured he should too. Maybe Toni texted him, telling him what was happening. Maybe this was all a dream, and he was going to wake up any minute now.
Wrong again. He flipped open his phone, only to find probably a dozen or two texts from not just Toni, but a couple of his siblings as well. Mostly Alex, his closest friend in the house. Loreto! Where are you??? I suspected you be on the plane with us home, but you weren't! Buy a plane ticket and come home now! I am very disappointed in you!! I put the plane ticket money in your bank account. Said just one of the messages, by Toni. Where r u?! I turned around and u were gone! U better not b with that Aeron guy. Come home now! Said the other text sent by Alex.
"Merda.(Shit)" he cursed to himself, dropping his phone to the floor as another migrane just came shooting up his head, as well as the nausea in his stomach.
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Post by Redeim on Sept 12, 2011 21:09:38 GMT -5
"L-Loreto... do you know what the fuck happened?" Aeron asked his friend. "A-Are we still in Vegas?" He asked, not even sure what was going on, really.
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Post by Tori on Sept 12, 2011 22:35:41 GMT -5
Loreto looked up at the sound of Aeron's voice, his hand still clutching his head while he was hunched over the bed now, nauseated. "I..." Loreto started to say, but closed his mouth just before he hurled anything else that might of been left in his stomach. After a moment of recovering, he opened his mouth in attempt to speak again. "I don't know." he mumbled out, his accent getting in the way partly. "Aer...what---what happened last night?"
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Post by Redeim on Sept 18, 2011 22:10:54 GMT -5
"I remember drinking at the bar and then... nothing." Aeron replied simply, his eyes once again traveling to the mysterious ring on his finger. He held up his hand, looking at it. "Suddenly I got some bling on my finger." He told Loreto, keeping his voice quiet as his head was still pounding from a hangover.
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Post by Tori on Sept 18, 2011 22:17:26 GMT -5
Loreto's look remained bewildered. He clutched his head few more times feeling his own hangover kick in even more. He felt something then. He moved his hand from his forehead, replacing it with his other hand over his head, as he looked down at his hand mysteriously. Suddenly his eyes widened. He too, was wearing a ring. Very similar to Aeron's might I add. Loreto gasped softly, his hand immediately jumping from his head to his mouth. "Uh...Aer..." he started out saying, not taking his eyes off the ring, "I...I think I have an idea of...of what happened last night."
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Post by Redeim on Sept 18, 2011 22:32:05 GMT -5
"Oh, puh-lease tell me then." Aeron groaned, leaning back on the bed and closing his eyes, as if the dark room was too bright for him. As rested on his elbows, he peeked an eye open to Loreto, impatiently waiting for the response from Loreto.
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Post by Tori on Sept 18, 2011 23:15:52 GMT -5
"I...I think that...." Loreto tried saying, though his headache burned deeper then, and he plopped back on his own bed, clutching his head with his hand, closing his eyes. He peaked his eyes open again to take another look at the ring on his finger, then closed them again, cursing to himself. "Dio dannazione. Questo non può accadere.(God dammit. This can't be happening.)" he mumbled more to himself, lying on his back with his hand over his forehead, as if he were unable to speak any louder without having his head explode from the pain...or even puke up whatever was left in his stomach.
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Post by Redeim on Sept 19, 2011 11:53:17 GMT -5
"dim ond dweud wrthyf damn ei (Just tell me damn it)." Aeron growled to him, though it wasn't as threatening with his voice low. He kept switching from staring at the ring on his finger to closing his eyes, not yet even having noticed Loreto's ring.
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Post by Tori on Sept 19, 2011 12:24:52 GMT -5
After a few seconds, possibly another minute passing by, Loreto managed to lift his head back up, glancing over to Aeron. He pushed the rest of his body upright, and looked at his hand with the ring once more, still in disbelief. "Um..You know that ring you have on you're finger?" he asked, pausing a brief moment before continuing on, "I...I think I know how you got it." he finished, holding up his own hand showing the ring on his finger that seemed to match Aeron's. "Look."
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Post by Redeim on Sept 19, 2011 13:44:47 GMT -5
Aeron opened a lazy eye to look at what Loreto wanted him to see. He muttered out a "so what?" before he thought he got an idea of what was happening. "Loreto, did you fucking propose to me last night?" He ripped off the ring as he sat up, tossing it into a corner by the bathroom. "I don't give a fuck what I said last night, today I don't mean it." He told the younger boy, slouched over and holding his head, his headache returning once again as he sat up so quickly.
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Post by Tori on Sept 19, 2011 22:31:03 GMT -5
Loreto couldn't help but flinch at Aeron's sudden screams at him. I didn--" he tried to say first, but was interrupted by Aeron chucking the ring in the bathroom nearly missing the trash can. "Aeron...I didn't. I swear, I...I don't even remember drinking that much last night! Besides..." he paused to look at his own ring again before looking up to Aeron again. "How do you know you weren't the one who proposed to me?" Loreto never meant to start an argument, although with what he just said, he probably just made it worse for Aeron's temper.
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Post by Redeim on Sept 19, 2011 22:37:50 GMT -5
"Why the hell would I do that?" Aeron asked, glaring at him though his face was weak." He stood up, using the wall as support, "Look, let's just find a way to cure these damn hangovers, and we'll go from there, okay?" He suggested, his free hand holding his forehead again.
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Post by Tori on Sept 19, 2011 23:57:26 GMT -5
"I don't know. You were drunk. We both were, Aeron." he nodded in agreement at his suggestion, managing to balance himself up on his own two feet, his legs wobbling over to another wall to catch his balance. "Any ideas?" he asked questionably, switching his hand from his head down to wrap around his stomach feeling nauseous again, considering he's never been drunk before, let alone have any ounce of alcohol in his system.
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Post by Redeim on Sept 21, 2011 18:45:06 GMT -5
"I-I don't know exactly..." Aeron replied softly, shuffling over to what would have been his carry-on, sitting ignored in the corner and pulling out his laptop. The brightest of the screen, immediately making him retreat again. "Augh," He groaned, burying his head in the bed. Finally managing to look at the screen, he searched in cures for a hangover. "Something simple would be be..." He muttered, clicking to scroll down. "Taking a shower, switching between hot and cold."
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