The next morning, Amy woke up with a splitting headache. Damn Jeff and his extremely alcoholic punch. She barely even remembered what happened the night before, did they finish the movie? When she opened her eyes she found that she was in her bedroom, but couldn't quite remember how she'd gotten there.
It took her almost an hour to actually get out of bed. Every time she tried to sit up, she almost threw up. So, for a while, she just lay in bed. Mels wasn't there either, so she was on her own with this one. She got herself out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom, splashing water on her face and taking a long drink. She was extremely dehydrated and wished that she'd drunken something other than just the punch last night.
She wondered what Rory now thought of her. She was probably stumbling around to get back to her room, and she hoped that he wouldn't think badly of her now.
The headache slowly subsided. She got out to the lobby, smelling food already. She walked into the kitchen, still in her pyjamas and a little too hung over to actually care. Jeff and Mels were serving people, surprisingly enough.
Mels wasn't one to get along with people. She usually tried to keep around people who were interesting to her, and people who came to stay at the B&B usually didn't fit that criteria. Jeff, on the other hand, was a people person. Except, he was a complete asshole when you got to know him.
"What even happened last night?" Amy asked, sitting down in the back of the kitchen area where they'd watched the movie. She saw Mels look at Jeff with a sort of look that she couldn't quite place.
"Let's not talk about last night." she demanded to them both, walking out of the kitchen with some plates.
Jeff hobbled over towards Amy quietly, pointing to where Mels excited with the spatula he was holding. "We totally banged." he whispered. Amy rolled her eyes.
"Banged, Jeff? Really?" she questioned his choice of words and sanity.
She's gotten Jeff to make her some hang over food, eggs to soak up all the alcohol. It was hard for her to actually eat because every time she put it in her mouth, she felt like throwing up, but that wasn't because of Jeff's cooking or anything. She just took her time, it seemed like all the hard work was being done for her, though. Maybe she'd just be able to take a much-needed sick day after all. Amy took a cup of coffee in her favourite mug and started out of the kitchen. "Only call me if you really need me." she told the two of them, who seemed to understand completely
Rory had been up earlier that day. He'd showered and eaten a small breakfast in his room hoping that he'd be able to avoid Amy and the others completely that morning. He had to go out that morning for a class and needed to catch a bus. So, as he was hurrying down the stairs with his backpack, he just happened to run into a hung over-looking Amy. He almost sighed as he saw her from the top of the stairs, he didn't want to have to make awkward conversation after the night before.
"Hey!" she called, sort of quietly though because her head was still bothering her. Rory walked down the steps, dragging it out. "Look, sorry about whatever happened last night." she told him quickly. "I mean, I can't even really remember what happened, but I'm sure it was rather embarrassing and stupid."
Rory shrugged a little, trying to keep his face from turning red. So she hadn't remembered anything? After all, he didn't want to count that as their first kiss, so if she didn't remember it then he could just put it out of his mind, right? Well, that wouldn't happen. "I mean, you weren't that stupid." he mentions, keeping his distance a little just because he felt awkward himself.
"Well, that's a relief. And, thanks for coming too." she said, turning to walk away and back into her room. Rory almost sighed with relief. "Oh wait, did you like it?" she asked, turning back to him. Rory almost froze. He had his sudden doubts that she didn't forget the kiss after all.
What was he supposed to say? Did people normally ask one another how they like the kiss they shared? He wasn't going to count it anyways. He was starting to panic a little before turning back to look at her. "Well, I mean, it wasn't bad." he started, but realized how that sounded. "No, I mean it was good, I just-" he had to stop before he made a fool of himself.
"No, I get it." Amy cut in, with a little half-smile. Rory raised his eyebrow at her. "Black and white movies aren't for everyone." she turned and walked back into her room, giving a little wave before disappearing.
The movie. She was talking about the movie. He felt like such an idiot, he had to shut his eyes and practically cringe for a second. Rory rubbed the inside of his eyes, sighing deeply. Now, he had a bus to catch and a class to go to. But, he wouldn't be able to get that stupid conversation out of his head.
