Ignoring his question, I sat up, cradling my head and pretending to be hungover. "Have you seen my phone?" I asked.
"It must be with Chad," he replied.
"What time is it?" I inquired.
"It's 2 p.m.," he responded.
"2 p.m.? Dude, why didn't you guys wake me?!" I exclaimed, surprised.
"I just said... Damn it," he exclaimed in exasperation, pausing briefly before adding, almost muttering to himself, "You probably don't remember a thing."
"Jesus, did I throw up in your bath?" I asked, concerned.
"You were in the bath?" he questioned, surprised.
"Ah, man, how much did I drink?" I wondered aloud.
"Too much, I suppose. I'm wondering why you did, though. It's unlike you, especially knowing you're not out of the woods yet," he remarked, his tone concerned.
"Any information about Vemon and A
