"Ugh." Alfendi grumbled out as the ship rocked in the storm. He hated the fact that he was invited on this cruise, to party no less.
Now he was sick from the swaying of the boat, and hung over from all the drinks Justin made him take.
Where are those pills? The ones that she left me.
His hand felt at the night stand next to him for the bottle he was looking for. Just one, he was told, would cure the painful headache he had at the moment.
The door to his room creaked open, making his stomach churn at the sound. He didn't look to who it was, but heard footsteps as he continued his search. Something grabbed his hand and held it open, placing the pill bottle on it for him to take.
"Thank you." He moaned, sitting up slowly.
"You didn't have to listen to Justin when he said to drink, you know. Or even come on this cruise." Hilda's voice came to his ears and he sighed.
"He said it was a relaxing getaway from work. He thought it would help me get rid of all the stress." He countered, then popped in two pills and took the cup of water Hilda offered him.
The blonde rolled her eyes. "And you always have to listen to him, don't you? I thought you were smarter than that."
He glared at her and snarled out, "Of course I am! I'm the smartest man in the Interpol! I'm not a fool like you or Justin!"
"Seems like you're just a follower." She said plainly, not phased by his outburst. Slowly, a smirk grew on her face.
"Oh, like you're any better! And the way you've been talking, every word might just get you a step closer to hell!"
Again, she rolled her eyes.
"Don't mock me! I'll-" The boat shook and made Alfendi tumble off the bed.
"Somebody's off today. Still hung over from last night?" Hilda commented slyly.
Alfendi growled, but stayed on the floor as she left, her laughter ringing in his ears. He felt too motion sick to keep fighting.