He awoke feeling so rough that his brain currently couldn't even process the words to explain it. Even though the thick black curtains were shut the tiny line of light that peaked around the edging was killing his hang over or at least what he thought was a hangover. His brain was so scrambled he couldn't even remember exactly what it was that he had taken the night before. As he pulled the covers up over his head to block the light he noticed that he was fully dressed, still had his shoes on. He could tell that it was going to be one of those days where nothing was going to make sense, remembering last night was going to take about a week. As he carried on with his attempt to kick his shoes off when he felt a vibration on his hip. He paused a moment, not too sure what it was when he heard the ascending Tetris theme tune that was his cell phone ring tone. He patted around his trousers and bed like a giant clumsy bear until he manage to locate the phone and answer it with a groan of pain with the background noise coming from the other end. "Where the fuck are you Wednesday? You were told to be here for 9, it's half ten. What the fuck do you think you're playing at? Do you not take anything seriously? Who the fuck do you think you are? Now get your ass the fuck over ..." His manager's voice rang out of his phone and he fiddled around with his phone as the man talked. Finally able to find the hang up button he ended up pressing it multiple times, not caring if he broke his phone but wanting to stop the yell that was causing him to gag.
Once again he heard the Tetris theme tune ringing out. Giving in he decided to roll over and face the music. A sigh of relief left him when he saw it was Joey calling and luckily not there manager. The moment he pressed the green phone shaped symbol he heard the manager in the background screaming at everyone then suddenly it went quiet. "Joey?" He asked confused. "Dude, get your ass over here already." Joey replied, he was obviously getting wound up from the manager. "I'm still fucked up though, I can't drive." He told him as he rubbed his fore head and moved to sit up. "Ah, fuck man. Fine, I'll get someone to pick you up but just get your ass ready and together." He knew Joey didn't mean it in a harsh way so he didn't take it to heart. "Fine, I'll be up and ready ASAP" He replied and with that hung up. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed he got up to get ready as he was attempting to unscramble the mush that was currently his brain.
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He had managed to wash, dress and get some Coco Pops down him before his door bells rang out. Eating and washing had help damped the hangover but nowhere near as much as Wednesday had desired. He still couldn't remember most of the night before, the only things he could remember was the glasses or bottle or lines of power that were in front to him before he had them. The door bell rang out yet again, interrupting his trail of thoughts. Even though he already had glasses on he still shielded his eyes from the light when he opened his front door. Due to covering his eyes he didn't know who has at the door until he heard his manager's angry voice start yelling. He couldn't understand a word of what he was saying partly due to the pain it was causing and partly because of all the cursing Wednesday was currently doing about Joey to himself. Before he knew it the manager had a fist full of his t-shirt and he was stumbling out of his apartment and down a block of stairs. "WHAT THE FUCK?" He screamed out as he tried slapping at the hand that was dragging him. All he got in reply was noisy grumbles and being thrown into the back seat of an SUV.
By the time he had recovered from the actions that had caused his hangover to come back with vengeance. Even though he was curled up in a ball and facing the back of the seat he could still feel that everything was spinning and it didn't help that he was in a moving vehicle. Luckily for him his manager was too busy sulking to cause him more pain via having a go at him. He didn't understand why the manager out of all people was picking him up; when Joey had said he would sort someone out to pick him up he had trusted him. As to why the manager out of all people was picking him up he didn't know, he and Joey wouldn't stitch each other up like this they were as thick as thieves or at least that is what Wednesday had thought but apparently he was wrong. He pushed himself up to peak out the window to see how far away from the manager's place they were. Luckily they weren't far and Wednesday could confront his so called best friend about being a grass and stitching him up. Today wasn't going to end nicely if Wednesday had any say in it.