You choose to drink more. In fact you drink more and more and more and more.
You vaguly remember being in a strange bedroom naked with Owen and a few other people. But that might just be your imagination. All you do know is that you just woke up on your driveway laying in a pile of your own vomit, and wearing only your shirt and skirt. Underclothing missing.
Unable to remember the following evening clearly, you simply hope that Owen will call you, and assume that you two had a wonderful evening. Of course, you are seriously concerned about all of the odd sores you've been developing in the nether region lately, but all's well in love and war. |
