Waking up from a heavy drinking session is never fun, never what we like to think of as pleasant, but oh god were there some banging heads and aching bodies in the guest house that morning.
As the early sun attempted to push it's way through to the interior of the room, already weary though the day was fresh and young, it had tapped at the window and with a sigh from the mushroom grey drapes, allowed in. But it was all in vain and as a punishing layer of cloud came over the sun was defeated. But even that feeble show had been enough to test the tempers of a few of the eyelids in Tamara's room, which in turn caused a chain reaction as the heaving body's clung to the last blissful vestiges of sleep, tongues rang bells for moisture, more moisture, and pulled at the strings that connected their nauseated, empty stomachs and aching kidney's.
"Urrh...fuckin' 'ell." Came the low growling from one of the hen nights many cohorts, most of whom could put it away, but none were twenty five anymore. It hurts more as you get older, as you are meant as they say, to mature. And bed shared, between four for a whole night was bound to develop snags. Right now, there were a whole lot of snags in that b+b, and that was just their room.
There comes a moment post piss up slumber when you have to move. Body bells have gone off for too long to be ignored but how, do you untangle such a mass without at least fraying a few tempers, without unwittingly elbowing your friend in the breast or face?
Tamara had to get up, but as she turned around she noticed the somewhat irritatingly fresh faced Amelia who sat serenely beside the bed in an armchair, looking ready for the day even. What an insult! The sheer mockery of the woman.
"Alright Tamara?" She said. "Feeling thirsty?"
Tamara did not respond, not outwardly.
"I've got some lemonade?" She offered, her tone optimistic and upbeat.
She'd temporarily won a reprieve in Tamara's eye's and with that a hand came out in front of her clutching a glass of gently fizzing clear liquid.
"Ooh, heaven!" Proclaimed a very thirsty Tamara behind her teeth and heaved her weight off the crowded plinth towards her sweet salvation. Taking hold of the glass with a slightly shaking hand, her thirsty lips met the cold fizz and sucked and gulped at the cold lemony contents. She could feel the chill liquid seep down her insides. It was heaven! But as she drained the last she needed to lie down again as her head thrummed, the brief flirtation with vertical living over she resumed her temporary bed life existence and the comforting but not so comfortable feel of warm body's, happy to surrender under the veil of sleep.
Outside the rain muted the noise of the traffic and it's soft cloak set about the town sending the previous night packing, the smells of the takeaways washed away with the piss as it splashed along the curbs. A beer soaked shirt, hung on a street sign like a bereft and sodden monument of a snapshot to some random life, here was the day.
Around an hour had elapsed before a door opened, creaking on its worn hinges before a..."Ta-da!" Amelia walks in with a large plate piled high with bacon butty's smothered in sauce.
"Afraid they're all ketchup." She announces to the room.
"O' y'r a star!" Someone shouts and the bed is awakened by that delicious smell. Limbs clash with body's like so many spanners bouncing off of tyres as a lust for bacon overrides the pain of elbowed ribs and breasts.
"Brides first!" Pips in Amelia matronly as a pair of eager, ring clad hands are beaten off the pile.
Meanwhile back at home, Simon is consumed with lustful thoughts about his bride as he lies, cock in hand in his bed. He was wanting her to have been bad! Wishing he could be with her in this precise moment, her straddling him still wearing all her slutty last night's garb. Her presumably fish net stockings....He'd managed to persuade Tamara to text him a sneaky picture of her in what she was wearing after Tamara had teased the hell out of him by saying how "hot 'n dirty" she looked and how she "seemed to be eager to make the most of her night."
