"Why in the hell am I sleeping at your place?" Charlie growled in annoyance as he watched his twin silently go through a few files.
"You were too drunk to even walk properly and I wasn't in the mood to drive all the way just to drop you off," Jackie dismissed him, not even looking at his face.
"Ugh, my head hurts. Just what in the hell happened yesterday? I was expecting to wake up with a bomb shell figure beside me!" He pouted and slumped down onto the sofa.
"Too bad that the bomb shell turned out to be a pillow," Jackie chuckled and put aside the papers, looking up at him. "So, do you remember anything from last night?" He questioned.
"The beer was extremely good," he pointed out. But when he saw that Jackie was waiting for another answer, he frowned. "Wait, I did something which I
