All Shane's housemates were going to be away for the weekend so he and Scarlett took the rare occasion as an opportunity for a house warming party. It had been 2 months since Shane moved in but with the majority of the housemates being short-term, there were always new people milling about and Scarlett had thought it disrespectful to throw a party with so many different people to consider when they didn't really know anyone or their work schedules.
Shane invited his work colleagues, his & Scarlett's mutual friends and they each invited their friendship groups, with the instruction to BYO alcohol. Scarlett bought pizzas and snacks to serve and mixers.
The party was great, everyone had fun, there was plenty to drink and lots of people brought bottles of bourbon and vodka as housewarming gifts. They drank bottles of wine, beer, someone made deadly cocktails, they did shots, danced, sang and enjoyed the evening. Scarlett stopped drinking at midnight, she knew she'd had enough. She felt she should also try and maintain enough sobriety to be responsible for the house since Shane was the most drunk she had ever seen him and he could normally hold his drink.
The last guests left at about 4am and by the time Scarlett locked up and walked upstairs into the bedroom, Shane was already sparko on the bed, snoring.
It was really bright when Scarlett woke up and she thought it must be lunch time but, opening one eye to look at her phone, she saw it was only 7:40am. She sighed, frustrated. Why was she always wide awake at a stupidly early time after a night of drinking? She turned over onto her stomach, pulling the duvet over her head, closed her eyes and tried to fall back to sleep.
All she really wanted was a nice sleep, a lazy, late morning wake up and maybe a snuggle fuck with Shane. She felt him twitch and groan beside her and opened her eyes only to see him fast asleep, arms above his head on the pillow, mouth open. That's not happening then, she thought.
At 8am she got up, the house was cold and she could smell the remnants of the party in her hair and hanging in the air as she walked along the landing. Cigarettes, aniseed liquor, weed and alcopops. Her mouth was dry and her stomach churned. She went to the bathroom, cleaned her teeth and turned on the shower. Stepping in under the water, she had the hottest shower known to man. Thank the Lord for power showers, she thought, what a miracle soap and hot water can perform.
She towel dried her hair, pulled on her comfiest pants and Shane's sweatshirt, warm from the hot press and tentatively went downstairs. She surveyed the scene as she filled the kitchen sink with hot water and rounded up the glasses strewn from the hall, through the living room, into the kitchen and outside to the windowsill, placing them all in the big white Belfast sink along with a big slug of washing up liquid. It didn't seem too bad, no damage to the property, no pools of vomit, no cigarette burns on the furniture and only 2 broken glasses. Success. She let the dishes soak while she cleaned the kitchen and drank 2 large glasses of water as she waited on the kettle to boil. She poured hot water into the cafetiere, made herself a cup of tea and was washing the dishes when she heard the shower.
Scarlett poured Shane some coffee into a mug and stood peering into the fridge, deciding if she should eat something. "Morning, Scarl." came Shane's croaky voice from the doorway. Scarlett closed the fridge and saw him padding down into the kitchen in just a towel. She looked him up and down and smirked, walking back over to lean on the counter. He kissed her and pulled her into a hug, smelling her hair before leaning back against the opposite counter of the galley kitchen, sighing loudly, grumbling and rubbing his hands roughly through his hair and over his face.
"Alright? Bit hungover this morning are you, my lovely?" Scarlett giggled, sipping her tea and playfully nudging his legs with her feet.
"Oh aye, just a wee bit, babe!" Shane said sarcastically "And I suppose you were up with the lark, out for a 10 mile run and have rewritten 'War and Peace' already, eh?"
"Not quite, I've made you a bucket of coffee though and I was going to bring it up to you but you're awake anyway so..." Scarlett said in a droll tone, gesturing towards the mug of coffee.
"And you cleaned up! Thanks babe, I owe you" said Shane, reaching over for his mug and kissing her on the head.
