HUNGOVER

     The thing about wine was that it has the power of seducing you. Once you take a sip, it would entice you to want to take more and more of it, the sweetness keeps you going until you are intoxicated by it. That was what had happened to Faith, especially as she had joined the wine lovers club lately. 

      They had played games, games she couldn't remember and she had sloshed down glass after glass of alcohol. She recalled dancing with people, she recalled dancing with Ethan, she recalled dancing with Charlotte, she recalled dancing with a man she couldn't remember, a strange man, she recalled kissing Ethan. She stopped thinking and looked at him. He was still sprawled on the ground, oblivious of what was going on around him, snoring like a pig. 

       Yes, they had kissed on the dance floor, passionately, hungrily, she could recall vividly. They had made out, she recalled that he had fumbled her breast, yes he did fumble her breast or had she dreamt it? At that moment, her heart started thumping too. Where had Charlotte been all the while? She searched her brain to recall where Charlotte had been, but she couldn't see Charlotte in her head. The memories became hazier, but she had recalled her and Ethan kissing in the apartment. 

       She couldn't remember how they had gotten back to the apartment, but she had recalled unbuttoning Ethan's shirt, she recalled Ethan, running down her zipper, she had recalled Ethan cupping her breast, she recalled unzipping Ethan's pants and she recalled Ethan lifting her and dropping her on the bed and had climbed above her. 

        She screamed. Ethan jerked up from the floor and held his head. She ran out of the room, not minding her head that was threatening to fall. Had he slept with her? Did they do anything last night? She couldn't recall anything else. Then, she felt like throwing up, it came so strong that she couldn't hold herself anymore, she started throwing up, by the living room even before she could reach her room and before she went into her room, she caught a glimpse of Charlotte by the kitchen door. 

       Her heart pounded, her head banged and her stomach hurt. She didn't know the effect she was suffering from, but she managed to bolt her door and went straight to the toilet to let it all out of her stomach. 

      Ethan had a banging headache, he placed his hand on his head and wondered what he was doing on the floor and what Faith had been doing, screaming in his room. He looked around and looked at himself. He was in his panties alone. His clothes— a female dress—Faith's dress were on the floor. 

      He wondered where Charlotte had been. Was it not Charlotte he had made out with last night—no it wasn't Charlotte, it was Faith. He sighed and tried standing and the room door flung open and Charlotte came in with a bowl in her hand as cheerful as ever. 

       "Hey, there sleepy head!" She dropped the bowl on the nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed. "You must be so hungover come eat some oatmeal, the best I could do. Faith is puking in her room, I will take hers to her room." She stood up to leave. 

       "Charlotte, what happened?" Ethan asked. 

   Charlotte turned to look at him. "We were all drunk."