Cerian.
Half an hour after I had rung Corey,I was still on the floor,sobbing even if I had no tears coming out of my eyes because I had exhausted my tear ducts. I also needed another bottle,but I was too tired to order room service or do anything at all.
My pitiful sobs were interrupted by gentle knocks on the door. At first I thought that it was the concierge and wanted to ignore but then the guy called, "Hey Cerian,it's me,Corey."
Hearing that made me crawl up on my feet,but I could hardly stand for a second or two before crumbling back down. Shit ! I was so drunk. I got up a second time,supporting myself on the bed then staggered towards the door,knocking over a bunch of stuff on my way.
I did try to look good before opening the door by trying but failing to fix my hair. At least I wiped off the snot from my nose and plastered a toothy smile then opened the door. Hello Corey.
