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Waking up with a severely parched mouth, a groggy Dave rolls over onto the side of his bed and attempts to feel around for a cup of water.
It’s rumoured that the Betoota Heights local had insisted on having a quiet one the night before, which was impossible given that he lives with four other people all under the age of 25.
Usually, Dave is the last one to wake up, resulting in the burden of cleaning resting solely on his roomie’s shoulders.
But now Dave has no other choice than to step up or focus on just how hungover he is.
Still half pissed and in the weird purgatory where he may or may not puke his guts out, Dave attempts to navigate his way out of the room and into the kitchen area for a glass of water.
All the while trying not to trip over the slew of discarded clothes and scattered cups, lest he fall prey to the sticky wooden floor.
The kitchen, home to every alcoholic beverage known to man including an almost empty bottle of Midori no one’s owned up to buying, has obviously taken the brunt of last night’s shenanigans.
Picking the least dirty looking glass from the counter and filling it with water, a parched Dave drinks the sweet nectar of the gods before surveying the room for the best place to start.
Given the ungodly amount of wine glasses scattered, Dave figures his best bet is unloading the dishwasher first.
It’s not until Dave is in the middle of putting everything back that he notices one of the forks he’s popped into a drawer is encrusted with what appears to be tuna.
On closer inspection, he realises that the few dishes left in the dishwasher are all caked in food, meaning that it was never turned on in the first place.
At this point, Dave is way too hungover for this shit and prays nobody notices.
