When I woke up, I rolled over and found myself in a large bed with Becky half scrawled on me. As I pushed up, pain flared through me and I touched the side of my face. “Ouch!” I hissed and hurried to a mirror. A large bruise had formed on the side of my jaw. It was swollen and had already started to turn color. I groaned and rested my forehead against the mirror.
How had that happened? It was fresh so I’d have the bruise for a few weeks. Great.
“Hh...whassis?” Becky blinked at me rapidly as she struggled to keep her mouth from hanging open. She wiped at her eyes and sat further up. “What happened? Where am I?”
I chuckled, surprised at the hoarseness of my voice. “My guess is that we’re hungover.” I grimaced as I sat down on a couch. My rear was sore so I moved even slower because of it.
