"You can close your mouth now Sookie," Amelia said.

"Huh? oh ya," I forced my jaw to close. I looked around, I was in the back of a car. "Where are we?" I asked a little shocked.

"Wow girl, you are out of it. We're in a cab silly. We're heading back to the hotel," she then addressed Tray, "Do you think we should take her to a hospital instead?"

Tray shook his head. "Nah, there has to be an on site doctor at the hotel, we'll see if he can check her out before she goes to bed. I'm sure it's just a bad bump. She's just dazed and confused cause of Lurch back there."

Amelia laughed, "I know right? I thought she was gonna start drooling." They had obviously forgotten that I was in the car. I cleared my throat and Amelia cased her tactless prattling.

20 minutes and 24 bucks later we were at our hotel and I was really aching for a pretty white pain pill. Anything would suffice. Tray's band thankfully had some contraband and provided me with a nice Percocet free of charge. Bless them. I was too out of it to actually reprimand them for taking drugs as a recreation. They were grown boys and I wasn't their mother. I actually said a silent prayer thanking God someone was smart enough to smuggle some pain killers into the hotel!

After about three minutes I was out like a light. The band could have started a mosh pit on my bed and I wouldn't have felt it. The draw back to the magical pain killer however, was the trippy dreams it caused.

I found myself sitting on top of a lavender elephant, walking down the center of an alley off of Rivington Street. We were headed towards a dead end, and I was getting weary, wondering if my elephant would walk right through the wall. But as we approached, an elegant mahogony doorway presented itself, surrounded by hundreds of twinkling christmas lights. I smiled at it while my elephant rubbed the back of my hand soothingly with its trunk. He was such a good boy, always bringing me to the best places.

When we stopped, my Moroccan usher, Karim (who had been leading us) helped me down off of my elephant, and I kissed them both to bid them adieu. Karim sprinkled rose water over me for good luck and I walked ahead with confidence, smelling of rose petals and warm African air.

The door opened of its own accord when I reached it and the burgundy carpet that I had been standing on slid through, carrying me with it. It stopped short however, without warning and I flew forward into the room, sailing past mounted animal heads and stuffed birds of prey as I went. Ahead of me was the most magnificent busts of a stag that I had ever seen. With 14 points sprouting out of its elegant head and an ice blue stare only he could have. Before realizing it the antlers had turned into two large hands and the ice blue eyes that had once belonged to the face of the stag now stared out from the face of a man. Blonde hair floated around his fine features and a smug smirk played at his lips.

I floated into him, as if in slow motion. His hands caught me and circled themselves around my body as my face buried itself into the pale skin of his neck. He hummed into my hair and I breathed in the scent of his skin, a mixture of clove and smoke. It was lovely. He held me for a long time, rocking me to sleep and playing with my hair. Everything was perfect until the floorboards above started to creak. Louder and louder they got until I couldn't stay calm in his arms anymore and looked up, wondering who was tap dancing on my dreams.

The room went black before I could look back at the beautiful man's face again and I found myself blinking away at the light pouring into my eyes from the beside lamp. The creaking above me was real. The people in the flat upstairs had decided that 9 in the morning was the perfect time for Flamenco dancing. If I had any say in the matter I have throw their shoes out the window. Damn. Them. All!

Lordy, did my head hurt! Not only was I nursing a bump the size of Vancouver on the back of my skull, I also had a hangover. Combined wit noisy neighbors I was ready to go on a killing spree. I needed to get some water into my system and fast, before finding the greasiest foods possible to help with my uneasy stomach. I lurched myself off the bed and shuffled my way to the bathroom before realizing that I was in a different state and likely to have trouble digesting the strange water. Back out into the main room I went, searching desperately with half open eyes for a mini bar or a large bottle of courtesy water.

I found one, but it wasn't in the mini fridge. It was encased in Amelia's arms as she slept, being held like a baby. Damn babies I need water, now! I grabbed the bottle out of her arms and chugged it back so fast I was done with the remaining liquid before Amelia could even bitch about me having woken her.

"Sorry Amelia," I said without absolutely no sincerity at all. "I needed water, badly! Can you hear the people upstairs? What the hell are they doing?"

"It's the band," she said as she rolled over the the sofa, burring her face into a pillow. The rest of the sentence she just thought at me.

"They've been playing Dance Dance Revolution since 6!?" I was astounded, where the hell were they getting the energy?

They never went to bed, she thought at me again.

"Oh jesus. Alright come on, I need food."

Two minutes.

"The sooner you get some grease into your system, the sooner the hangover will go away," I mused right above her ear in my sweetest tone. It did the trick. Amelia rolled off the couch and walk/crawled into the bathroom a moment later.

Manipulative bitch, I heard her think as she started to brush her teeth. I chuckled softly to myself, Amelia was always so charming when she had a hangover.