MCA #2- Saturday morning

[thatwaslucky]

Rey had had a great night. And sure, she wasn't really used to drinking much and was maybe pretty far off on concepts like pacing herself, or judging when something was sneakily super alcoholic. She'd still had a blast, and while her apartment might be a disaster right now, she didn't have to deal with it. She got to go across the hall with Silver for the night and he'd been tasked with keeping her busy while other people cleaned up. This was all great.

What wasn't great was the morning, because the sound of tiny clopping hoofprints woke her up too early, and it sounded so loud on top of the throbbing headache she already had. And when she lifted her head to see the little horse walking around, she realized groggily, "I'm not training today."

Oh honey, everyone else knew that days ago.

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[long_memory]

"Me either," Silver murmured, pulling a pillow over his head. Why was there clopping? Who was clopping?

[thatwaslucky]

"Are you okay?" she checked.

If he had all the alcohol tolerance on this relationship and he had a pillow over his head, then was she in fact dying right now?

[long_memory]

"I've had worse hangovers," he said, peeking his head out. The sunlight, it burned. "How are you feeling?"

[thatwaslucky]

Rey paused, thinking about it.

"Like my own body is trying to evict me."

[long_memory]

That made Silver laugh lightly. He tossed the pillow aside and sat up slowly, rubbing his face. "Give me a minute, I'll get you some water and painkillers."

He was well stocked in aspirin since he discovered its existence both for hangovers and his leg.

[thatwaslucky]

"It's okay, I can get it," Rey mumbled automatically, even though she had not in fact moved and could not get it right now.

[long_memory]

"You stay where you are," Silver said, swinging his legs over the bed and reaching for his crutch. "...there's a tiny horse in here."

[thatwaslucky]

"Yeah," she said, getting about halfway through a single nod and deciding she was never doing that again. "It's loud."

It was a tiny horse.

[long_memory]

Silver didn't even have the mental capability to even attempt to understand the tiny horse thing right now. "I'll be right back."

At least the view was nice when he walked away considering he was also too hungover to even think about putting on clothes.

[thatwaslucky]

Rey didn't mind that, no.

She did manage to sit herself up just long enough to glare at the horse, who was offering something that she was going to have to ignore right now because this was not the day, and also do you know what hungover people didn't need? Marzipan.

[long_memory]

Silver came back a minute or two later, clutching a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin in one hand.

"Do I even want to know what that's all about?"

[thatwaslucky]

"I think it's trying to give us a present," she said. "I don't think it's reading the room."

[long_memory]

"This island," he murmured. He sat the glass on the side table next to Rey before working open the aspirin bottle. "This should help."

[thatwaslucky]

"Best boyfriend," she decided, reaching for the water, and trying not to find it adorable that he was opening the bottle for her. "Thank you."

[long_memory]

"This may shock you, but I'm kind of a professional when it comes to hangovers," he said with a smile. He handed over a few pills. "Just be glad aspirin exists in this century."

[thatwaslucky]

"I am. How did you not swear it off?" Rey asked, taking the pills gratefully to swallow them down with water. "This is awful."

[long_memory]

"Oftentimes it was the only thing around to drink," Silver said, setting his crutch aside and getting back into bed. "And you get used to hangovers."

[thatwaslucky]

"I'm not going to be doing that," Rey decided, drinking half the glass before setting it back down.

[long_memory]

"I don't blame you," he said. "Did you have fun last night despite the hangover this morning?"

[thatwaslucky]

"I did," she said, laying back down and very slowly rolling over to face him. "I've never helped with a kegstand before."

[long_memory]

He smiled. "That involves making sure nobody falls on their face, correct?"

[thatwaslucky]

"No, she did that herself. My job was pumping the keg?" Whatever that was!

[long_memory]

"I think I prefer less work in my drinking," Silver said. "Should I be worried about how the horse got into my apartment?"

[thatwaslucky]

"Depends on if it's a Fandom thing or if it was from last night," Rey said. She couldn't say which herself.

[long_memory]

"My head hurts too much to even worry about it much," he admitted. "Let's just hope if we ignore it it'll go away."