What the hell was that pounding in my head?
Groaning I pushed myself up when everything around me shifted. Quirking an eyebrow when I felt something heavy on my shoulder. Looking at my side I found Mandy passed out beside me on the kitchen floor with her head resting on my shoulder.
Shaking her softly by her shoulder trying to wake her up. “Can you please stop hitting me against the head?” She muttered in her sleep.
I controlled the urge to roll my eyes at her knowing it wouldn’t do me any good.
“That’s your hangover fighting with your brain. It ain’t me.” I remarked, resting my head back against the counter wincing at my sudden movements.
“How many did we finish?” Mandy asked, referring to the empty wine bottles lying scattered on the floor.
“Just over three bottles,” I answered,
