*This one-shot is another in that fake date series, I know initially I just made it a one-shot but then I keep getting these ideas and they won't let me rest until I write them down, so, I have decided I will write it when and when an interesting idea pops in my head, I won't write them continuously. So, be prepared I would switch between different one-shots in this series*
*This one is after the club, where their plan went horribly wrong and they still haven't managed to convince their mothers that these two are a mismatch*
First things first, why isn't there a solid cure for a hangover? People out there are busy making different types of drinks, alcohol ones I am referring to, and none of them thought hey wait we need a cure too. Otherwise what is a drug without an antidote. Groaning I once again ducked my head in the toilet bowl, emptying my already empty stomach. I put my fingers into my ears as I puke and close my eyes.
