I woke laid on the lumpy sofa in Indie's living room, a cushion under my head, talking of my head it was currently pounding like a full crescendo of cymbals going off...... I had definitely drunk far too much last night! Why do I let myself do this each time we go out?
We always end up regretting it I chuckled to myself. Owwww! That hurts........ I realised as I tried to get up and nearly tripped over a throw that was over me that there was in fact a throw laid over me like a blanket......what the?!.....I didn't put that there....... s**t!.....who is here?! Did indie come back?..... I doubt that, she'd be too busy doing unspeakable things to her mate I imagine!.....wait....wasn't Gabriel here with me? Didn't he bring me home? I'm sure he did..... I think my brain has stopped working.
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