Chapter 2
“I can’t believe you puked on the Head Elf.” Alistair shook his head and took a sip from the red and green plaid mug he held in his hands.
They were seated in a corner booth of the Gingerbread Café waiting for their shifts to begin.
Christian closed his eyes and wondered how he would ever get through the day with a raging headache. His temples throbbed. His forehead throbbed. The back of his damn head throbbed “Believe it. Only I could do something so stupid.”
“What did he say? What happened next?”
He frowned wishing Alistair would slow down. He was chattering like a chipmunk. “I don’t know. That’s the problem. One of many, actually. I blacked out after that. I woke up in my bed in my quarters.”
“Wow. I had no idea you were so drunk. I didn’t have that much, because I spent
