“Oi Tristo, wake up.”
Tristram blearily dragged himself into consciousness.
“Jesus Christ.” He groaned as the noise of students packing up suddenly thundered into his mind.
ChristRalph was smiling at him. “Up and at ‘em, Casanova.”
“Déjà vu.” Tristram muttered, blinking. “Didn’t we do this yesterday?”
Ralph chuckled. “God, you look s**t in the mornings.”
“Yeah? Well, after a shower I’ll look better. You’re going to stay ugly all day.” Tristram grinned.
“How’s your head?” Ralph asked.
“Fine. Actually. Am I supposed to have a hangover?”
“Nah. We didn’t drink that much, I reckon. Most of us will pull up OK. So…” Ralph’s eyes sparkled with lecherous glee. “Are you twenty bucks short this morning or what?”
“Huh?”
“Did you fondle her t**s?”
Tristram raised a sardonic eyebrow. “That’s
