@alybennett
to say that silas was hungover would be an understatement. he’d never really been the type to get super drunk at any sort of event but he definitely got a little too crazy the night before. and all the boy could remember was how horrible the vodka he’d ordered tasted, the taste still lingering on his tongue even now and the fact that aly had gotten so flirty and close to him that he’d ended up dropping his glass, shattering it in the middle of the club. everything after that was kind of a blur but waking up in bed with aly --- fully clothed, a bit disappointing --- silas let out a tired huff of annoyance before sitting up slightly. however, that was a total mistake as the room began spinning uncontrollably and he ended up falling back down against the pillows. putting any sort of distance between him and aly made a cold shiver run down the male’s body and he instinctively huddled closer to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “aly? are you awake?” he mumbled, moving his head slightly, trying to see if the girl’s eyes were still shut.
