CHAPTER 4: AFTERMATH OF THE ARGUMENT4. Devon
Devon had awoken the next day to find himself peering drunkenly up at the harshly bright afternoon sunshine that was pouring down on him from the clear blue sky above. He cursed quietly at the throbbing sensation that immediately flared up in his temple, his ears filled with the sound of a drum that was being struck repeatedly in an increasingly violent manner. He ran the back of his hand across his mouth, wiping away the line of drool that had managed to leak free from the corner of his mouth while he had been entrapped in his drunken slumber.
Ugh…what did I do to myself last night? He raised a hand to shield himself from the encroaching rays of the over-zealous star, grunting gently as he pushed himself out of the chair that he had passed ou
