Daniel stirred a bit. The light shone through the opening of his curtains, covering his reddened eyes with a pillow, he moaned.
"My head hurts," he said loudly. "Got to go to work." Moving slowly, he sat up, and looked around in wonderment, confused of his surroundings. This wasn't his bedroom. Rubbing his eyes, he then realized his sleeping arrangement was the living room sofa, instead. What surprised him more, was his assistant curled up asleep in a chair across of him.
Stumbling over to her, he shook her lightly. "Rise and shine, Betty." Still unsteady, Daniel dropped to the floor. "Betty. Betty, get up."
"Huh"? Betty slowly opened her eyes. "Oh, Daniel, you're up. How are you feeling? I must say, you had a little too much to drink, well, by the look of you, a whole lot to drink. Good morning!"
Daniel grabbed hold of his head. "Not so loud, Betty. Are you always this happy in the morning. And what are you doing here? Last time I saw you, was at the bar. Didn't know you frequented bars."
Betty straightened up, as her boss laid himself onto the living room carpet. "For your information, the bartender found my number in your call log. Asked me to take you home. Daniel, you could hardly walk."
"Well, you could have dropped me off at my front door and left. I didn't need a babysitter," he mumbled, rubbing his temples. "Betty, I got a headache."
"No, Daniel, it's called a hangover."
"I won't be into the office today...tell them..."
"Daniel, it's Saturday morning. There's no work today."
He raised his head to her, then lowered it back onto the floor. "Good, because I really can't move at all."
Betty rose from her seat, smoothing her wrinkled skirt into place. "I'll go make you some coffee. It'll make you better. Would you like that, Daniel?"
"What I'd really like is for you to go home. I don't need a babysitter. Why did you stay? It's not like I begged you, did I?"
"Don't you remember a thing you said to me last night?" Betty asked.
"I don't even remember what day it is," he spoke in barely a whisper. "Tell me what I said."
Betty was silent.
"Betty? You still here?"
"Yes, Daniel, I'm here. You said nothing. Nothing, but what a normal drunken guy would say," she answered sarcastically.
Daniel snickered. "I'm your boss, you can't talk to me like that. I'm sick, I'm feeling really sick. Where's the bathroom?"
"The same place it's always been."
Daniel proceeded to crawl in the direction of the bathroom.
"Do you need help?" She asked, and ran to his side. "Come on, Daniel, let me help you up."
"Don't touch me! I can do this myself, slowly."
"A cold shower will do you some good."
"A shower? I need the toilet bowl..."
"Oh, my!"
"Or I'll get sick on you. Get away from me."
"Okay, Daniel, just trying to help." Betty stepped back, and watched her boss, as he crawled on all fours, heading himself into the bathroom.
"Go home, Betty. I don't need a babysitter," he said.
TBC - Chapter 3
Author's Note: Sorry, this is such a short chapter. It will be longer next time.
