Try not to throw up

Alexithymiaa: -Brad dragged himself out of the car that haad picked him up from the airport, slinging his dufflebag over his shoulder with a deep huff and holding his hand out to tip the driver a few bills. With heavy shoulders, he slumped his body toward the front doors of the building, stepping inside and rubbing at his tired face which looked worse for wear with deep circles under his eyes. Quickly scanning his ID to gain access to the hall, he stopped in front of his door, letting his bag sink to the floor as he fumbled to get the door open. Feeling like shit.-
Covet: Kelsey had a fairly busy weekend herself, putting the final preparations together for her upcoming shoot. Thankfully She'd been able to get Connor off to her mother's who was taking him up to bible camp for the week. She'd just finished painting her toes a nice bright shade of red, sitting in the common area until she heard someone come in. Since nobody else seemed to be at the dorms, she automatically assumed it was Brad and quickly pulled off the toe thingies, leaving it at the nail polish behind as she got up and practically skipped down the hallway. "Yay, you're home!"
Alexithymiaa: -Shoving his dorm door open, he paused in the doorway when he heard Kelsey's voice, looking in her direction and raising his brows when he saw her skipping toward him. "I'm homeeee..." He said in a gravely monotone voice, pushing his duffle into the room with his foot and making his way inside, leaving the door open behind him so she could follow him. Without emptying his bag or doing literally anything useful, he walked over to his bed and just collapsed onto it on his back, moving his arms in front of his face aand closing his eyes.-
Covet: Kelsey frowned and watched him, moving his stuff out of the walk way, following him to his bed watching him collapse. "You look like you've had a rough weekend. My real question is, was it a good rough, or a bad one?" She asked him, moving to help take his shoes off.
Alexithymiaa: -He moved his arm slightly over his eyes so he could peer out aat her, prying one eye open. "Good rough. I think I went to bed at six this morning.... And when I woke up I was still kind of drunk."-
Covet: "Oh, I didn't realize you were going to be partying this weekend, I thought it was just work stuff?" She asked him, tossing his shoes to the side getting up so that she could take care of his stuff, because she knew he wouldn't especially where he was looking as dead as he was.
Alexithymiaa: "I didn't either. I dont think it was supposed to turn into a partying weekend." He groaned and shifted his arm back in front of his eyes, feeling his stomach flip a couple of times. "We had a few meetings about release stuff and then Anna's boy suggested we go out for a few celebratory drinks. And I don't really know what happened from there, but someone got me an uber back to my hotel."-
Covet: "And you couldn't possibly cut yourself off early so you wouldn't feel like this?" She asked him, throwing his laundry into the basket that was probably rarely, if every used.
Alexithymiaa: (Only used when she uses it bahahaha)
Alexithymiaa: "We were celebrating. Everyone else was really drunk too." He said matter of factly like it changed anything at all. "Whatshisface was literally carrying Anna back to the car, she couldn't even walk. I was not the worst one at all."-
Covet: "I'm sure he would be carrying Anna back out, regardless. That late at night, she doesn't like walking, cause her feet hurt." She said with a laugh. "But, celebrating doesn't mean you have to get so shitfaced you're regretting life the next day, or days." She added.
Alexithymiaa: "I still had fun though." He said with a shrug, slowly sitting up and holding his head in his hand because it felt like a hundred pounds on his shoulders. "It's nice to reward yourself with a little fun once the work is done." Like you didnt party all last week, Brad.-
Covet: "That's good, but you're not exactly having fun now are you?" She told him, then turned to look at him, "A little fun, is not heaving over the dock until five thirty in the morning. Then to go so hard, you don't even remember how you got back to your hotel, two days later? That might be considered too much fun."
Alexithymiaa: "I don't remember because that was this morning and I'm still hungover right now. I'm sure I'll remember tomorrow or something." He moved his hand to adjust his beanie on his head, groaning a bit. "Are you just going to mom me for having fun while I'm still young enough to have it?"-
Covet: "I'm not Momming you. If I was momming you I'd be telling you, you're grounded from any parties until after my shoot is over. But because I'm your girlfriend, I'm not going to say that, because it's not my place to tell you how much is too much." Kelsey told him shortly. "The reason why people say they're too old to have fun, is because they had too much fun before they got old. Moderation will keep us young forever Bradley."
Alexithymiaa: "I beg to differ. My dad was never a big partier when he was younger and he says he's too old to have fun because his knees hurt. So nyah." He smirked before lowering his head again and closing his eyes as he tried to settle his turning stomach. "I just don't want to miss out on all of this while we still can do it all. Even if feeling hungover sucks, the parties and the fun we had before being hungover makes it worth it. I still get all the shit I need to done before I party, so whys it matter?"-
Covet: "Because as a diabetic, drinking can make your life drastically shorter, and you'll never be able to live to the point where you can say you're too old to have fun." Kelsey said after rolling her eyes. "But it's your life, so do as you wish." She said with a shrug then picked up his laundry basket, so she could take it to the laundry, because it was easier to do that then to continue to argue with him, over his own misery.
Alexithymiaa: "Drastically shorter? So instead of living to ninety, I live to eighty?" He asked sarcastically. Watching her pick up his laundry basket, he furrowed his brows. "What are you doing?"-
Covet: Kelsey rested the laundry basket on her shoulder as she turned to look at him, unamused with his sarcastic answer. "Your laundry, so it doesn't make your whole room smell like a nightclub. In fact, strip down so I can wash those clothes too. I'll come back with some tylenol and water for you, so you can catch up on your rest."
Covet: *on her hip
Covet: not shoulder]
Alexithymiaa: -He rolled his eyes and let out another groan because taking off his clothes seemed like such a ridiculous effort at this moment. He slowly pulled his shirt off, squeezing his eyes shut and balling it up to set next to him so he could stand up and slip out of his jeans before sort of just standing in place and holding his clothes out to her.-
Covet: Kelsey sighed and walked over, taking his clothes from him, tossing them into the basket before heading towards the door, "Is there anything else I can get you, to keep your groaning and complaining to a minimum for the rest of the night."
Covet: the night?"*
Alexithymiaa: -He dropped back down to the bed in his boxers, shifting to lay down. "Bread? Or crackers? I think I have crackers in the cabinet in the kitchen. I probably dont have any bread left. I think I finished it before I left." He sent her a crooked half smile, because he was at least appreciative that she was being so nice to him.-
Covet: "Okay, I'll be back." She told him as she walked out to go put the laundry in and to get him his hangover fixes so that she could at least hopefully sleep comfortably without tending to him throwing up... again.