Category: Double Drabble. Peter angst.
Season: Three. Set during Entrada, as Peter comes to.
Summary: There are hangovers, and then there’s this.
Vodka, bourbon, and plain, old-fashioned beer have caused me many a headache in my past.
But that’s the price we pay, right?
The high is worth it, right?
Well, most of the time, anyway – even if the highest highs lead to the lowest lows.
But sometimes, those bastards bring their friend, who is worse than any of them combined: guilt.
That’s when it’s not worth it.
That’s when the nausea hits hardest for me.
I can usually brush it off, but sometimes it clings to me like smoke in my hair, and I can’t escape it.
This is one of those times.
Actual puking is rare for me, but I’ve already vomited everything I could today.
And I still want to heave.
The EMT asks about my symptoms and I answer using a tequila analogy, because one night on a public bathroom floor years ago made it my go-to villain, but compared to this, recovering from that was child’s play.
Yeah, that was nothing.
I’ve never crashed this hard in my life.
But I guess that makes sense.
Because who knows what she gave me.
And because when it comes to both ecstasy and guilt, nothing compares to Olivia.