Chapter Nineteen – The Morning After
Haley woke up the next morning, drool covering her mouth, her throat dry.
“Morning, how’s your head?” Stan laughed at her.
“Urgh, my mouth feels like I have licked a hedgehog's backside.” Haley groaned. Her head pounding like a jackhammer had taken residence in her brain.
Turning over, she covered her eyes with her forearm, groaning once more.
“What time did we get back?” Haley asked.
“Same time we did around midnight, you promised so much, then you comatose on top of me.” Stan laughed.
Haley looked down to see she was still in her clothes from the previous day.
“Sorry.” She muttered.
“I would have stripped your clothes off, but to be honest, I was nearly as drunk as you were, so I fell asleep myself.” Stan laughed.
“I cannot remember
