Audrey sat up uneasily from the comfort of her beige Egyptian cotton sheets, her head throbbing. After finding Jem playing tonsil hockey with a blonde whose name had slipped her mind, she had downed three watermelon martinis and grabbed a good-enough-for-being-drunk River Side Prep track runner. Recalling the sloppy make-out session in the coat closet of INK, she groaned.
Swinging her feet over her king sized bed, she stood up examining the mess she had turned into in the mirror. Realizing she was still wearing her Oscar de la Renta dress, Audrey unzipped it. She had picked it out for no other reason than that it was Jem's favorite color. Once when taking a walk after school one day last year, Jem had complimented Audrey's limited edition Burberry scarf, it was a rich green. He must have said he loved it about twelve times . Even though he had been high at the time it made Audrey's day.
How romantic?
Shaking the memory from her head she wondered how the hell had she gotten home. She rubbed her temples as if that would help jog her memory.
In the mirror she saw black streaks of Dior Show mascara down to her cheeks. Had she been crying? Oh god. Not wanting to see anymore of herself, Audrey padded into her bathroom and turned on the shower.
Once she had finished, her hair smelled like coconut instead of smoke and her skin felt clean and light. The hangover she was experiencing however, did not wash away. Instead, as she looked around her bathroom the coral color of the walls, which usually brightened her mood suddenly made her stomach turn.
"Oh god" were the words that came out before leaning over the toilet seat.
Cute.