- Ooowww... holy shit, what a headache!
Mike woke up that Sunday morning as if he had been hit by a motorcycle. Yes, a motorcycle because its engine noise was still inside his head, torturing him.
- Arrghhh, turn off the light!
He had not even realized it was morning time. Getting up with difficulty and crawling down the stairs (holding firmly on the railing to keep from falling), he finally got to the kitchen.
- Good morning, Mike... or should I call you "Michael Paige?" - Micky said with laughter in his voice.
- What the hell? - He said, sitting at the kitchen table.
- Look! Someone decided to put on pajamas to sleep! - Said Davy.
- Damn it, Davy, what do you think I sleep in? A suit?
- Good morning. Mike, you're wearing pajamas!
- What the hell? Is this the "Let's comment on Mike's clothes" day?
- No, it's the day to comment that Mike IS WEARING clothes!
- Haha!
- Micky, please be so kind...
- Certainly, Josephine Nesmith! Where do you want me to start?
At this point, Mike's other two friends were already laughing their pants off. Meanwhile, his head was still hurting. In fact, it hurt even more. The more they laughed, the more it hurt.
- Josephine... What the... Ohh, for Heaven's sake, give me coffee... and a Tylenol...
- Mike, don't you remember what happened yesterday?
- From the look on my face does it look like I remember, Peter?
- Yeah... your face is as ugly as your breath is bad, Mike...
- Shut up, Davy...
Micky put a cup of coffee, half a glass of water and a pill on the table in front of his hungover friend. The other two sat down, still reveling in the circumstances.
- Thank you...
He gulped the medicine down with water and took a sip of the coffee. His head throbbed. Yikes!
- Oww, pain from hell!
- Nobody told you to get drunk, you idiot!
- Hey! Glass ceiling!
- Mike, the problem was not you getting drunk.
- It was not? I'm in miserable pain, Peter! I feel bad! The coffee is going down like cement!
- The problem was you wanting to put on a show! - Said Davy - Although I would not call that a problem...
- It looked more like first rate entertainment! Hahaha!
- What? Enlighten me, please…
- You do not remember.
- No!
- Really?
- No, I'm just pretending that I don't to study your behavior. Of course I don't remember!
- So, Gypsy Rose, let me make you aware of the situation...
- What Gypsy Rose?... - Mike turned to Davy and began a question.
- Shhh! Let him tell it! - He said - Hearing the story can be as fun as watching it live!
- I doubt it! - Peter said with a laugh.
- It all started when...
A/N: This silly, silly thing was based on a demo version of "Hold on, girl", which, to me, sounded like a strip-tease song...