It nauseated him. She gave him water to feel better. His lips were dry. He puked in a washbowl, and she courage him to continue, to clean his body from the poison. This was a daily routine after weekend parties. The rest of the day he was sleeping to recover himself. Sally remembered last night. She was also drinking. 1,2,3,5 or more beers, who count? At first, everything was better. The lights in the club were fabulous, she was a dancing queen and guys looked at her. Later, she went to pee, and the toilet was full of ladies in the line. The fuck , she thought, why should she wait in the line with some bimbos? She was aggressive. She could not wait. She peed outside in the ambush. Then her boyfriend asked her something, she did not hear him. She kicked the wall of an abandoned coffee bar with her feet. "Stop, you will break the window. " Sally was aggressive, and they fought. She remembered everything 6 hours later. Now, Sally is looking at her sleepy...
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