I wondered if last night had been a dream when I woke up. I remembered the whole night especially the reuniting with Jenny, and the makeup sex. I guess you could call it that I mean what else could it be?

I opened my eyes, and let my eyes adjust to the sunlight pouring into the room. I looked to my right and saw Jenny, curled up next to me, still naked from the night before. I raised my left hand, made a fist and pulled it down whispering a silent yes to myself, and my room. I wrapped my left arm around her now, and kissed her forehead gently. I fell asleep next her a smile on my face.

I woke up to a poke in my right side. I looked over to see Jenny sitting cross legged, poking me. “Im hungry” She said. She smiled at me as I grinned and stuck out my arms as I dove at her. I wrapped my arms around her playfully as we laughed and wrestled, still naked by the way.

When I pinned her she cried out “Come on Steve let me win just once!”

I smiled at her half of my tongue in between my teeth. “Nu uh” I replied and laughed as she rolled me over. She had been working on flipping my heavy ass!

“I win now, bitch!” She yelled out laughing. I leaned forward and kissed the tip of her nose

“Let’s eat” I told her. I easily pushed her to the right of me and she yelped, knowing I let her win. I put on just some boxers and walked out of my room laughing as Jenny, playfully angry, that I flipped her.

She came out in a t-shirt of mine, and some of my basket ball shorts that I use for working out. “Those are dirty.” She looked down and shrugged. I laughed as I pulled out some eggs.

We had a nice hot breakfast ready to eat, enough for the six of us. But I knew the four would be hungover. I purposely made their food greasy and not pleasent for someone with a hang over. I kicked Jeffs’ door open and shouted as loud as possible, “Wake us ya fuckin’ drunk!”

Jeff shot up awake but put his hand on his face because of the lights. I began flicking the switch on and off and his girl from the night before groaned. “Breakfast!” I said with a smile. Jeff stood up out of bed and helped the girl out of bed as he held her hand and walked her to the bar where their food was.

I walked into Brads’ room. I saw his guitar jacked in and turned it on. I turned up the volume on the guitar and amplifier as loud as it would go. I struck a chord and nearly went deaf. Brad and Amy both shot up and put their hands on their heads. Both looked like hell. “Breakfast!” I told them. I put the guitar down and walked out of the room, Brad shouting at me as I left.

“You really are a fucking asshole man!” He shouted.

“Your welcome!” I yelled back.

Hangovers suck. I dont get them often but when I do it always helps to have a greasy meal. Its hard to get down but in an hour or two you feel okay. A little, but it helps. I help my friends with it alot. They kind of thanked me for the food, but knew I made it extra greasy, Brad gently shaking his head at me.

Later on that day the hungover hoodlums were finally feeling better. I finally got Jeffs’ girls’ name. It was Diane. She was a real looker. Around 5′ 6″ blonde, blue eyes. A walking talking barbie doll.

Amy was one too. She had red hair to her collar bone, green eyes, and was about the same height as Jeff, 5’8″. Amy chatted to Jenny calling her short stuff. Jenny was the shortest one there at 5’4″.

Diane was with Brad kissing on MY couch. MY FUCKING COUCH. God, I hate it when he does that. Well it doesn’t matter. I have two spares. There were two on opposite sides of the walls of the living room. One in the middle facing the TV. All three Black and leather. Behind us was the bar/ kitchen. Under the bar was the liquor and beer in a mini fridge with the “big fridge” to the left when facing th living room. To the right of all that was the master bathroom/ the only bathroom in the apartment. Then the three rooms went past that, first mine, then Jeffs’ , Then Brads. It was actually clean too. It didn’t look like a guys apartment. I love my well paying job.

Anyway, back to the middle of the day.