Amnesia- Skepta
Anoushka POV
Can somebody remind me what happened last night? I can't remember a thing, I think this is called amnesia in English. It was a good night though, knocking back the vodka and dancing the night away. I can only remember bits of the previous night but from what I can remember it was a good night. Not been to a party like that since St Trinians, the alcohol was weak though. Taylor and I had to sneak in our own private stash of Trinski. I only had the chance to drink half of the bottle when Chelsea appears and 'accidently' drops our stash. Stupid blonde.
I roll over in my bed, how did I get back last night? When my cheek makes contact with the soft pillow I feel something stick to my cheek, lets hope I haven't done a Taylor and gone to sleep with my kebab. Andrea says that their bedroom stunk of kebab for at least a week and she said that Taylor woke up with it half way down her face. Not a pretty sight to wake up to surely. I bring my hand out from the covers and pull a sticky note off of my cheek, I then open my eyes and squint at the post it. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust,
Sorry I had to go. ILY
ILY? Did I go to sleep with a Tottie or something? I hope not. The only other people that say 'ILY' is Taylor and her old gang of thugs. Andrea would murder me if I slept with Taylor, even if it wasn't sex. The thought of Andrea is scarier then the thought of running out of my Trinski supply. I can't live without the Trinski. I think I may possibly be addicted to the strong drink.
I sit up in my bed and look around my room, there is evidence of a drunken walk towards the bed. This can't be real, the mystery guest has terrorised my mini bar. My whole vodka collection is gone... Every last drop of it has been drunk. They haven't even left a bottle of water, mystery guest has drunk me dry! My precious vodka has been downed and not by me. No use crying over drunk vodka, I jump up and get ready. I'm a master at ignoring hangovers, I've not had one in a while. That is because I haven't had strong enough vodka to have an effect on me.
I take a slow walk down to the hotel lobby, I am aware that I am swaying as if I am still drunk. It is a permanent effect of spending five years testing Trinski, my precious Trinski. As I enter people instantly start looking at the swaying Russian, I know they probably think that I am mad. I defiantly had one too many, I have even lost my phone. I shall have to get Polly to trace it for me.
I remember entering the party with Taylor and Chelsea ruining our Trinski stash. I remember being blinded by the lights and looking for the bar, I saw two people that I didn't like but I carried on in the club. I didn't have a care for starting some fight tonight, I think Taylor did. I have a strong feeling that Taylor started a fight and it became bloody instantly. After all that is a myth, I have no clue what happened. What I do know is that I brought someone back with me, I just don't know who.
I lost my phone, I lost Taylor I the club. Usually people would say the classic line 'I'm never drinking again' but not me. We Russians can hold our drink, unlike you English. You just binge and don't appropriate the taste of excellent vodka. At least I didn't wake up some where that I have never been to with somebody I didn't know. I brought somebody I didn't know back to mine instead.
The whole waking up with a kebab in your bed and stinking the room out thing came from the time when my older sister came home drunk one night. Lets not go into details, I could rant about it all night.
gypsy: I have a big head though...
Mia: I didn't like Kel/Belle or Taylor/Andrea to start with, I'm sure Zoe/Bianca will grow on me.
Ms A: I wanted to be a Pokemon master not a master of subtle plot points...You just crushed the dream! I wanted to catch a Pikachu and everything. Anyway hwo was that for Anoushka?
Portia (I'm supposed to be a colab with her) thinks that you lot review to much, she didn't think that I'd tell you guys that. I don't know where I'm going with thi but review anyway
