Alina’s POV
The pounding in my skull ebbed and flowed like a cold tide, yet the pain didn’t disappear. I opened my eyes to a dimly lit room. Although I knew it was daytime, no one had opened the thick curtains yet. My mouth felt dry, and I reached over to the coffee table to grab the glass of water. The thirst stayed after each slow gulp and waves of nausea added to my misery. How is it that we can put a man on the moon, but we cannot find a cure for a hangover yet?
“You know what the best cure for that is?” I heard Chloe’s hoarse voice as she swayed into the kitchen, pointing to what I can only presume was my delicate head in my hands.
“What?” I grumbled, not looking up.
“To stay drunk!” I heard her open the fridge and looked up to see her crack open a can of cider.
“Urgh! That is di
