Not Alone

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Urgent-sounding noises wake me, but my eyes feel like they are glued together, so I don’t even attempt to lift my heavy lids. “Where the f**k is she, Finn?” Jackson asks. “I don’t know, Jackson. Last time I saw her you were hauling her arse off the bar. I thought you had her,” Finn replies icily. “No, she yelled at me and then stormed off.” I can hear the worry creeping into Jackson’s voice. “Well, she probably disappeared in here then,” Finn replies with an exasperated sigh. The door creaks open. “Holy s**t!” Jackson exclaims, and I’m guessing he is taking in the sight of me passed out with half a bottle of tequila cradled to my chest like a prized possession. I try to open my eyes, move, or say something, but my body won’t respond. That is until I projectile vomit all over the floo

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