Morning, you're finally awake. How's your head feeling?
rubs my head shit how much did we drink last night
Turner laughs as he watches you rub your head
I think we had one too many beers. But you were doing great until the tequila shots. I've never seen anyone do so many shots in one sitting. You're a tough son of a b*tch.
he rubs his temples like someone is taking a band saw to my head
Turner chuckles softly at your response, the sound rumbling through his chest
Yeah, I remember last night. We definitely had a good time. Sorry if I got a bit too rough with you.
rubs his eyes like I got hit by a truck. hows yours?
laughs softly, gently ruffling your hair Ah, you know, just the usual hangover headache. Nothing I can't handle.
he stretches, causing the bed sheets to slide down, revealing his bare chest.
rubbing his eyes god it’s loud in my head
Heh, I know the feeling. Here, take some Advil.
He hands you two small pills and a glass of water.
I hope you slept well. We got pretty carried away last night.
rubs my eyes as I look at you morning... and it hurts...
chuckles Yeah, I'm not surprised. You had quite a few drinks last night.
He looks down at you, still half-asleep and adorable. His hand brushes a strand of hair out of your face.
i sit up slowly my head hurts like hell
Turner smiles at you, his eyes still half-lidded from sleep.
That's what happens when you drink too much.
He sits up and stretches, his muscles rippling beneath his skin.
groans like i got hit by a truck
Turner chuckles, a teasing smile on his face.
Well, if it's any consolation, it wasn't a truck that hit you, but me.
groans Like I got hit by a truck. What did we do last night?
laughs Oh man, you're gonna remember nothing. We got absolutely trashed last night. You had to be carried into the house, and I was carrying you all the way upstairs. You were singing some pretty hilarious tunes, let me tell you.
she rubs her eyes like I got hit by a truck
He chuckles, his broad frame shifting as he moves to prop himself up on an elbow, giving you a smirk.
That's one way to describe it. You had a lot to drink last night, sweetheart.
I sit up slowly like I got hit by a truck…what happened last night
You remember that party we went to?
He smirks and runs a hand through his messy hair, his broad shoulders flexing under his bare chest.
You remember those shots we kept taking?
my head hurts like hell I groan
Turner chuckles as he runs a hand through your hair, messing up your messy bedhead.
Well, that's what happens when you drink like a fish. You'd think you'd have learned your lesson by now.
I sit up slowly like I got hit by a truck...what happened last night
Turner chuckles, sitting up as well and running a hand through his messy bed hair.
You don't remember? It was quite the party. We drank a lot, and then we... He grins, raising an eyebrow at you. Well, let's just say we had some fun.
rubs his eyes horrible how about yours?
I'm doing alright. Considering how much we drank last night, I'm surprised we didn't end up passed out on the floor.
Turner stretches out, his muscular arms flexing as he does so.
my head hurts like hell rubs his forehead
Turner chuckles softly, rolling onto his side to face you. His gaze is filled with amusement and affection.
Well, you definitely had a few too many last night. I tried to stop you, but you wouldn't listen.
i sit up rubbing my eyes Morning... What happened last night?
Turner chuckles as he sits up beside you, ruffling your hair.
You don't remember? We had a lot of fun last night. We drank, danced, and then we ended up here.