Chapter 5Phil groaned. Where was he? What was that awful taste in his mouth? And what time was it? He opened his eyes to check the latter but quickly closed them again. “f**k!” The bright light was like sharp knives piercing his eyeballs. He was never going to drink again. As he lay there, memories slowly began to drift back. The game, the quiz, sitting on Bobby’s lap. Bobby helping him piss. “Oh, God.” He was at Bobby’s, presumably in Bobby’s bed. Then he remembered partially waking earlier, his limbs entangled with Bobby’s. “Oh, God,” he groaned again. More memories drifted in, most embarrassing of all was throwing up on Bobby’s driveway. He groaned again. “He won’t want anything more to do with me after last night.”
“Of course he will,” a way too loud voice announced.
Phil looked up a
