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The Great Whirle Nae

An "ordinary" journalist thrown into the battles of gods and goddesses that started with a simple drunken mistake, a strange woman and chaotic friends.

Sou_Dahn · LGBT+
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7 Chs

A Brand New Decor

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"Ugh. My.. fucking-..head." I groaned, sitting up slowly on my couch. Why did I sleep on the damn couch? I rubbed my palm on my face before standing up and stretching, my bones cracked in the right places earning a satisfied groan from me.

I don't need to be fully awake to know the direction to my kitchen so I made my way there. Though I feel something is off, aside from the pounding headache I'm feeling and my body weighting a ton more.

I proceeded to open the fridge, but stop when I noticed a coffee maker beside it.

I raise a brow examining it.

I don't remember having this in my apartment. Did I bought shit again while I'm drunk? Drunk me thinks we're a royal bitch every damn time. She's not wrong, but damn woman needs to get humbled and tame even so. It's like that side of me is so uncontrollable.

I shrugged and took the milk from the fridge and decided to use the brand new decoration and make some good coffee. Why not?

I stare at it while it do its job, vibrating and stuff.

..why the fuck can't I remember a thing? I sighed, and exhaled deeply through my nose.

Not this again. Last time this happened, I woke up in my sister's house only wearing pajamas. It was a 3hr drive from where I was supposed to be. Apparently I bursted in, singing tBbt's theme song and knocking on my sister's bedroom calling Penny's name. Yep, we had a big bang theory marathon before I drove there. I just love the show.

I crossed my arms, sighing. I probably should message Mist to give me the details. I'm sure she's gonna laugh her ass off before telling me shit.

After a few minutes, the coffee maker stop the sound it's making and pour the goods on the cup I've put under. I grabbed it, poured some milk and leaned on the counter, sipping on it.

I'm guessing it's still morning with how the sun rays are coming in from the window murdering my eyes.

I close my eyes, breathing deeply.Making myself relax. At least it's over now. Maybe I even had fun. I'm not that type to go out of my apartment every damn day so when I do, something always beyond me happens.

"Having fun there?"

"-Not really"

"You sure? Did the coffee maker work?"

"Pretty mu-"

I almost choked on my coffee when I heard a voice and I, replying without thinking. Supposedly, I should be alone.

I turned around and I'm met with a brunette woman clad only in a long shirt, leaning on the doorway with a smug face. Really smug but attractively so.

I just look at her as she slowly walk towards me like a predator. I gulped down the coffee knowing full well it's hot as fuck. Like the person in front of me. I am not calm. This is unreal.

I blinked back the tears threatening to fall because my whole damn mouth just got burnt.

The sexy creature suddenly stops and stared at me. Before of course laughing her ass off beautifully.

'Kinda a lot of compliments there, pal, don't you think?'

I rolled my teary eyes, ignoring the voice in my head and put down the cup I was holding, almost shakily.

"Thanks for the sympathy." I muttered under my breath while the brunette is still laughing.

Guess she's part of the story I'll hear later from my best friend. I'm not surprised she let some stranger take me home, if she did take me. Especially if they're this pretty. That idiot probably pushed my drunk self to this woman knowing that side of mine is wilder.

That side of me probably is also a hoe. Well, a good one since she caught an eye of someone this attractive when we look like a potato.

The brunette finally straighten up , looking at me, her eyes twinkling with mirth not saying anything.

I decided not to speak since I don't really know what to say, and well my whole mouth hurts like a bitch.

Besides, I'm not really that curious about what happened yesterday. I rather just forget about it and move on. Though I'm pretty sure one of my friends spike our drinks or my drink. Those bastards always pull some shit like this around me since 'I'm always so uptight', 'have a pole stuck in my ass to my brain.' Their words not mine. Not that I'm disagreeing, I get what their point is. I blame my name.

'Keep telling yourself that.'

Shut the heck up.

"Is your mouth still functioning?" The woman's voice and question broke me out of thoughts, I find myself gazing at her eyes again.

"Because it'll be unfortunate, especially with how amazing it is" What.

What?

....WHAT?

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