Wednesday Prompt Smash: Breakfast Tacos

A/N: It’s that time of the week again, Wednesday prompt smash is a project between my co-worker/friend Tim and I, you can read more about it on my Projects page. For Tim’s work check out http://wordsmithstories.blogspot.com.au/

Prompt: Breakfast Tacos

Word Limit: 350 words

Tory was hungover, like really hungover. Her body was refusing her basic rights to sleep and her stomach was protesting her decision to eat. She kept feeling as if she was going to throw up and she hated the blasting migraine that just would not go away.

“Okay body we need to eat something without throwing up, we also need to take some pain killers before you kill me with this mind screw, so just chill out let me drink this water and then we’ll get through this.”

Talking to herself somewhat helped Tory feel like this hangover wasn’t undefeatable.  At twenty-eight you’d think she’d have learnt her lesson; she was not made for heavy drinking. Tory was a scrawny Latino chick who whilst completely badass and totally capable of seeming like she had her liquor under control was actually terribly bad when it came to drinking.

“I should have said no to that shots challenge, wayyyy too many wet pussy shots.”

Sluggishly she pulled on some shorts and a tank top, leaving her tattoos of Mickey Mouse and Speedy Gonzales completely visible on her shoulders. Those tattoos were a true sign of how bad Tory could get when drinking, both she had gotten while out with her friends for birthday party celebrations and she could not for the life of her remember getting either one. Of course Tory was working for minimum wage at a Taco Bell so she couldn’t exactly afford to get them removed.

“Hmm, maybe I should swing by work and try score some free grub,”

She wasn’t exactly fond of the food at her workplace but it was an easy meal, especially when she was flat broke. Peering into her wallet out of curiosity confirmed this fact.

“Breakfast Tacos it is.”

The good thing about her workplace, other than free food, was that it was close by so Tory didn’t need to ask her boyfriend Marcus to borrow his motorcycle. In a few short minutes, which felt like forever in her hungover state, she reached Taco Bell.

“Yo, Demetri can I get a breakfast taco? I am in serious need of a hungover cure.”

“Big night?”

“Yeah.”

-END-

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