The Unknown Number

Seventy-four - hangover

[10:38am] 01/01/22

Charles: fuck

Eric: Aspirin and a glass of water on your bedside cabinet

Charles: You are honestly a life saver

Eric: I try

Charles: thank you, I definitely drank too much

Eric: No need to be sorry Schatz, you were having fun

Charles: I don't have the best alcohol tolerance level

Eric: I know, remember when you called me in the middle of the night

Charles: Ok that was worse

Eric: Personally I think you're an adorable drunk

Charles: I didn't do anything particularly bad did I?

Eric: Other than drunkenly flirting with me, no

Charles: What did I say...

Eric: you said that my heterochromia was a very groovy mutation

Charles: Um...

Eric: I believe James said "who in earth says groovy these days"

Charles: of course he did

Eric: Eleanor responded with "Charles because he's a fucking Grampa"

Charles: of course she did

Eric: and Logan called you a fuckboy

Charles: I was

Charles: while I was in secondary school and uni

Charles: not anymore though

Eric: haha

Charles: You know I'm not a fuckboy any more, right?

Eric: Are you asking me if I know that you won't leave me?

Charles: ...yes

Eric: I know you won't leave me, you're marrying me after all

Charles: And I'm completely obsessed with you

Eric: that too

Eric: I'm obsessed with you too

Charles: good good

Eric: Hannah said that the only fuckboy was me

Eric: as I'm the only one fucking a boy

Charles: Very true

Eric: Your sister - Eleanor - tried to give everyone a lesson

Charles: oh dear god

Charles: what on...

Eric: prostates

Charles: She fucking what?

Eric: you heard me

Charles: oh my god

Charles: fuck me

Eric: happily

Charles: that little twat

Eric: haha, it was very entertaining

Charles: How much did you have to drink last night?

Eric: a couple of beers

Charles: how much did I have?

Eric: A couple more beers

Charles: descriptive

Eric: yep

Charles: how drunk was Eleanor?