[i]Bing. Bing. Bing.[/i] Jennifer's hand slammed down on the alarm clock as she opened one eye to glare at it. She rolled over and groaned when the sun hit her directly in the face. Grabbing her pillow, she covered her face with it. She almost screamed when her sister, Samantha, knocked on the door, letting her know there was a meeting. "I'm sleeping!" She yelled through the door, tossing the pillow at it. Groaning, she threw her legs over the bed, resting her head in her hands. She had a killer headache from the previous night. What even happened? These days Jennie just spent her time drinking and riding on her bike. She groaned again as she got out of bed. She didn't need this right now.

Jennie slipped on a pair of black jeans and a white camisole, grabbing her black leather jacket. She frowned at her appearance in the mirror. Her hair was a mess and she had dark bags under her eyes from lack of sleep. She just pulled her hair back and grabbed some sunglasses to slip on. The light was hurting her eyes anyway. She slipped into her black boots with heels and went downstairs almost thirty minutes later. She knew she was late, but it was something she was made famous for among the group. She took a seat on the couch and beamed. "Morning, little sis." Jennie said to Sammi. "It's about time, Jennie. Are you ever going to be on time.. for anything?" Marcus, one of the men in the group said smugly. "Has Hell froze over yet?" She said with a smirk of her own. The group erupted in laughter, but it ended 

"Good morning, Benji." Jennie said, sitting back. She thought about just going back to sleep right here, but she knew she'd be in serious trouble then. "So, what have I missed?" She asked, propping her feet up on the coffee table. She wondered back to last night and what she did, obviously she had to have had too many drinks for her memory to just black out like that.

. . .

It was some night. 

Alex didn't really drink that much, mostly because he was underage, but when he could get someone to slip it to him, then he took it, but last night he was sober. He remembered clearly his good friend, Michael, getting wasted. Alex had the responsibility to take him home, all in one piece. The rest of the crew would be seriously pissed off off if anything bad happened to the valued member, well of course they would be- he was only the leader. Alex heard footsteps coming down the stairs. He squinted one eyes open and saw Michael in the kitchen, making coffee, his special way. Stirring, he sat up on the couch. After dragging Michael up the stairs and into his bedroom, Alex had crashed on the couch.

"Ah, the usual?" Alex asked, cracking his knuckles and back. He stood up, clothed in only his faded jeans from last night and no shirt. His hair was messy and he raked his fingers through it to try and straighten it some. "You should really slow down on the drinking, dude. It'll be the death of you." Alex said, shaking his head. He made himself coffee, but kept his black and plain. "So, do you remember much of last night? You were really out of it." Alex said, shaking his head. "You disappeared for awhile, I found you outside, that was when I grabbed you up and brought you some- speaking of which once you're done.. waking up, then we are going to have to pick up your motorcycle from the bar- we took mine back." He said, shrugging his shoulder.

"I knew I should have took the car." Alex joked, sipping on his coffee. "So, up for some breakfast? We can go to Lou's Diner, they have killer pancakes and I'm pretty hungry." Alex said. He finished his coffee and grabbed his snug fitting blue t-shirt up from the back of the couch, slipping it on over his head.