AN- i;m so sorry for the wait, and that this is gonna be a short one, i have been super busy, and had some pre written chapters for my other stories but not this one (new rookie ff being uploaded soon ;) )

Lucy woke up, not remembering what happened last night with a raging headache and puffy eyes which she assumed was from crying,

Her own thoughts were so loud that she felt nauseous, she contemplated whether she should get up or not when a wave of pain crashed over her

Cramps, damn it she groaned in pain and slowly rolled to her side, groping the nightstand for the prescription grace gave her, finding it she took a small orange pill and dry swallowed it.

Laying in silence until a cabinet door slammed shut and made her let out a choked cry as the noise painfully echoed through her room.

Practically rolling off the bed she stumbled into the living room feeling her way out unable to fully open her eyes and face the harsh lights, so hungover and exhausted that when she slid on to the bar stool and buried her face in her arms, she didn't see Tim doing the same next to her or Jackson smirking at the fact that they were unaware of each others and his existence.

Tim shifted in the stool, causing it to creak loudly,

Lucy's voice was muffled, "shut it Jackson" she got a muffled groan in response she knew that was not Jackson, I brought a guy home?

"I'm not a morning after person, please leave" she groaned and got up going in to the kitchen, she ran into something "morning "

Looking up she saw Jackson looking at her, maneuvering around him she opened the fridge and let the cool run over.

" Jackson can you escort the dude out"

"Rude" she recognized that voice and spun around to face him, becoming nauseous as a result

"Tim?" she looked at him, her eyes barely open and her mouth ajar as the held confused and tense eye contact

"Boot"

Jackson snorted and continued to make them coffee handing it to them shortly after.

Lucy sat on the counter, her legs folded in front of her as she eyed Tim, trying to jog her memory

"Sooo, how and why am i painfully hungover and one of three shirtless people in my own apartment"

Jackson chuckled

"That is a very good question" Tim said rubbing his face with his hand

Jackson's eyes widened when they both looked at him for answers

"I came in during the tail end of it"

tim choked on his coffee

"End of what?" they spoke simultaneously

"Calm down, Lucy had downed a bottle of tequila and whiskey, and Tim had drank a bottle of Irish whiskey by the time i got back, Lucy, you were sobbing and Tim was failing miserably at making you stop, i carried you to bed and took off the hoodie because you always complain about temperature when you're drunk hence why you're shirtless, I made Tim stay cus he was drunk as hell, i'm not sure why he's shirtless, and i'm shirtless cause i live here."

The two stared at each other

"Any other questions?"

They shook their heads.

Lucy grabbed Advil and took some with her coffee, she slid the bottle to him and got back onto the stool.

"You wanna order some Ihop?"

They both nodded

"I'm gonna go shower, don't know where my phone is, you can order our usual, Tim get whatever the hell you want, i'm buying"

Jackson had put their order in and handed Tim his phone for him to put his order in.

The food would be there within the hour, Tim and Jackson sat in silence for a moment before Jackson cleared his throat

"What was Lucy crying about last night?"

"A Lot of things, it is not my place to tell, but i can say, just give her time, she might not be able to open up about it without alcohol for awhile"

Jackson nodded and smiled, he used to be intimidated by Tim Bradford (still kinda was) but came to like him after realizing how much he cared about and respected Lucy.

They went back to comfortable quiet, the shower running in the background, as they waited for breakfast.