Just not tonight.
"Justice Wilder, put down that lighter right now!"
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FAYE
HANGOVER & SITUATION ASSESSMENT
Priority Level: CRITICAL
Status: DISASTER IN PROGRESS
CURRENT SYMPTOMS:
? Headache: SEVERE
? Nausea: Increasing
? Memory: Fragmented
? Dignity: Missing in action
IMMEDIATE CONCERNS:
? Unknown person in bed
? Strange ring on finger
? Still wearing last night's dress
? Smell like a distillery
CONTINGENCY PLANS
A) Quiet escape
B) Fake own death
C) Move to different country
D) NEVER drink tequila again (Blame Justice)
Current Status: One (1) massive life crisis
Threat Level: APOCALYPTIC
Personal Note: Stop panicking. There has to be a logical explanation.
Secondary Note: Why does the other person's breathing sound familiar?
Final Note: Oh god, is thatSam?
The pounding in my head alerted me to the fact Imayhave overindulged the night before.
May? Girl, you got wasted.
Vague images of Radley, Felix and Justice plying me with alcohol floated through my head. There’d been shots at the bar followed by terrible karaoke, a greasy kebab on a sidewalk then…something to do with drumsticks??? It all became a bit blurry after that.