I continue to watch the video in shock. Narrowing my eyes, I ask, “Whose hat am I wearing?”
“No idea, man. You stole it right off some girl’s head. I’ve never seen her before. She tried to give you her number, but you declined telling her and this is a direct quote, your‘achy breaky heart belongs to someone else.’”
Riot rolls his eyes as he lathers a piece of toast with jam. Carson is just shaking his head trying not to bust out laughing again.
Thank fuck Hannah had already left.
“You are horrible friends, why didn’t you stop me?”
“Trust me we tried, man. You told us you were just trying to live your best life.” Riot shakes his head in disbelief.
“Wait, did I settle my bar tab? The last thing I need is people thinking I skipped out without paying.”
“You’re good. Ryan paid for everyone. He said not to worry about it; it’s a welcome home gift.”
I don’t know Ryan that well so that’s embarrassing. I’ll have to get his phone number so I can call and thank him.
“How did we get home? Did you drive?” I question, continuing to rub my aching temples.
“Also, Ryan. I spent the night to make sure you didn’t die of alcohol poisoning,” Riot confirms. “That’s a great bed in the spare bedroom by the way.”
“Thanks, I appreciate you looking out for me. I’m sorry you needed to. Did you stay as well?” I ask Carson as I tentatively sip some coffee.
Oh yes, that will help.
“Nah, I came back this morning because I knew Riot would make hangover breakfast for you. Thank you for this.” He mock salutes Riot.
He just shakes his head and continues to eat.
“I never drink that much. Well, at least not for a long time.”
I did my fair share of drinking and acting like an idiot for a couple of years in my early twenties, but nothing this embarrassing.
“Well, I hate to break it to you but there’s more.” I watch Riot visibly grimace.
This must be bad.
“What do you mean there’s more? How can there possibly be more?” I put my head back in my hands and groan.
I have been home less than two weeks and have made a complete ass of myself. Everyone, and I mean everyone, will be talking about this for months.
“What else did I do?” I peek back up at Riot.
“You called Hannah,” he says exasperated.
“I tried to stop you.”
Carson starts laughing, shaking his head.
“Laugh it up, asshole.” I mutter, shooting him a glare.
Turning back to Riot, I ask, “Did I say anything, you know, that I shouldn’t have?”
I’m afraid of the answer. I may have just blown up any possible chance I had with her.
“No, I intercepted the call in time.”
“Wait,” Carson interjects, “what’s goin’ on here?” He points back and forth between Riot and me. “Dude. Was last night the first time you saw each other?”
