“Alessandro”

What a hangover! I hated being hungover, that’s why I didn’t drink often, much less as much as I drank yesterday with the guys. Damn! My head is going to explode.

Last night, each of us had our own reason to drink until we passed out. So we got together and got drunk like college students in a dormitory. But now I wanted to die so I wouldn’t have that headache.

Patrício came into my office supported by Mari. She sat him down next to me on the couch and the waitress, Mrs. Margarida, came in behind her with a tray. She smiled at us and couldn’t control herself:

- What a load of crap, huh, bosses! You’re not eighteen anymore. – she started laughing at our hell. – Mrs. Mari, I’m going to get the cans so they can vomit.

Mari burst out laughing. Patrício and I looked at each other, recognizing that we were defeated.

- I won't fire you, Mrs. Margarida, because you're taking care of us and Mari is already leaving. – I said and saw Mrs. Margarida smiling at me from the door.

- Nex