When Keegan woke up that morning, he didn’t think his head could hurt anymore than it did. He felt a throbbing and pounding constant pain and it knew it had to do with all the alcohol he had consumed the night before. He and Troian had gone out to a club for the first time in a while and needless to say they had a generous amount of alcohol. He stirred from sleep pretty early that morning and he knew what he had to do. He felt nauseous immediately and when he glanced over at Troian who was still sound asleep, he was extremely jealous, not having the same luck. She had drank a lot too and he knew it’d probably bite her in the ass eventually, but right now he couldn’t focus on anything besides the fact that he needed to get to the toilet as soon as possible.
Rolling out of bed, he clutched at his stomach and made his way to the bathroom, hunching over the toilet bowl and releasing the contents of his stomach. He was constantly throwing up for the next five minutes and he didn’t think he could feel any more awful in that moment. “Fuck,” he groaned, running a hand through his hair as he spit into the toilet. Finally when he felt like he was done, he flushed the toilet and pulled himself up off the floor, leaning on the sink to brush his teeth and wash his face. Once he was finished, he made his way back into the bedroom to see Troian still sleeping. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep right now, so he pulled on his boxers and made his way into the kitchen to start making Troian some breakfast.
Even if both of them probably weren’t in the mood to eat at all, he knew that it’d help and having something besides alcohol in their stomachs would be a plus. Deciding on eggs and pancakes, along with bacon for himself, Keegan started getting everything together while holding his head, the pounding not stopping in the slightest.