"f**k!"
Travis couldn't stop the curse from slipping out the moment he woke up. His head felt like it was being split open by a sledgehammer.
"Dammit, alcohol," he muttered, blaming the liquor for the agonizing hangover. He stayed slumped in bed for a long minute before finally forcing himself to sit up.
He was about to stand when he froze. His eyes landed on his shoes, which were neatly placed side-by-side on the floor. He had no memory of taking them off, let alone arranging them. Given how wasted he was last night, he was certain he would have just kicked them off recklessly.
Even stranger, he didn't smell like a bar. He expected to wake up reeking of stale booze, but his skin felt clean. He looked down at himself; he was still in his dress shirt, but every single button had been un
