XXV
“Ugh… my head feels like it’s been slammered with with a hammer six-thousand times” Kenny said, getting out of his sleeping bag. All the others laughed hysterically.
“You’re hungover, Kenneth. Too much whiskey for ya tummy” Kyle said, cleaning his sword.
“Hungover? Oh, Christ. Not again” Kenny groaned, putting his ripped jeans on.
“You feeling hungry? I made bacon pancakes today, Captain” Kendall offered. Kenny nodded as he sat down on the table. He slowly ate, rubbing his head.
“Where are the others? Hunting?” Kenny asked.
“Yeah. They’re hunting for Elk” Kendall replied. Kyle sat next to Kenny, patting his head.
“You feeling better, now that you’re eating?” Kyle asked.
“Yep. A little bit. I just wish you didn’t drink all the milk last night” Kenny replied, poking Kyle’s stomach. Kyle’s face blushed as he bumps his shoulder on Kenny.
“Shut up, Captain” Kyle replied. Kenny continues to eat until he finishes.
“Feeling dandy?” Kendall asked Kenny. He nodded and stood up.
“Yes. Thank you”