I woke the next morning with a massive hang over. Climbing out of bed, I found Hera and Aeron were busy making hang over soup in the kitchen. They were laughing about something as I walked in.
“Morning sleepy head.” She turned and filled a bowl with the hot soup from the stove. “Here you go love.”
“Thank you,” I whispered.
“How are you feeling?” Aeron asked.
“To be honest, I don’t even remember how we got home.” I admitted, a little surprised at just how much I don’t remember from last night.
“Girl, you were throwing those shots back like a boss.” She handed me a coffee cup full of tea.
“We aren’t in high school anymore. That’s for sure.” I sipped the hot tea. Loving the feeling it gave me as it slid down my throat.
“What are your plans for today?” Hera asks.
“I have a pret
