Travis rolled onto his side and gave a groan of pain. His head felt like it was splitting open. Most of the events of the party were a blur. But there was a memory that the ferret could recall clearly. Everytime he thought about it he felt his stomach jump and his throat quickly turned dry.
He lay in his bed, thankful that he had no classes for the day. Even if he did there was no way that he was going anyway. His whole body felt awful but his head felt worse, pounding and pounding.
A knock at the door made him wince and consider just finding something to take himself out with already.
"Hey, Trav... You doing alright?" Duke asked gently. He returned from his classes. When the weasel left that morning Travis was still out cold. He could only imagine the wicked migraine the poor mammal must have.
"Ugh...No. I think I'm dying," Travis said mournfully.
"Heh. That's what we call a hangover. Not surprising as ya threw back all those shots," Duke chuckled.
"I..I've never drunk that much before.. And I don't think I'm ever gonna again," Travis groaned and looked over at Duke. And once he did that memory flashed once again, a blush managing through his headache.
"Hey, Duke. Do you remember that thing from last night? You know the..," Travis eluded which made Duke freeze in his tracks and make a sharp inhale.
"Uh, yeah. I do...If you're talking about what I think you're talking about," Duke said gently.
"Last night after the drinks. I don't remember a lot. But I remember that you helped me outside and we kissed..." Travis explained.
"That's what I thought you were talking about..." Duke sighed and sat down on the edge of Travis' bed. "But we can talk about that later, okay? You need to get some rest so we can do it again. And next time, I won't let you wander off."
"Hehe. We'll last night I had fun at least," Travis smiled which made Duke get a fluttery feeling in his own stomach.
Duke got up and set off out of the dorm and gently closed the door. In the dorm halls of the freshman floor he took a deep breath and put his paws behind his head.
He had to get a grip. Even though he pretended to be unaware, the kiss replayed in his mind over and over again. It was all he could think about, even earlier in class. And thinking about it brought him a sense of relief.
He recalled that Travis thought that he was cute. That meant that he had a chance with the ferret. But he would have to address it carefully another day. He couldn't do it while Travis was laying in bed feeling like shit.
"One of these days. I'm gonna tell him," Duke nodded firmly to himself. He walked down the hall to find someone on campus to kill some time with. He needed something else to focus on, something that wasn't him.