BEN'S CONCERN
JOHN
Okay, so I woke up in Beth's house, which could only mean one thing — last night really happened. I was sure I just pulled a Walter and hit the bottle at Cain's Pub a bit too hard. What the hell am I going to do?
I will say, this bed is really comfortable... what is it a pillow top? Damn, I slept great.
"What time is it?" I whisper to myself.
I grab my phone to check the time. Oh, shit... Ben called. It's only 8am — he must have been worried. What do I tell him? I mean, how am I supposed to say any of this to him. He'll never believe me. I don't even know if I really believe it. Alright, I have to call him back.
He picks up on the first ring. "Well... was he there?" Ben says instead of saying hello.
"Good morning to you too, sunshine."
"Come on, John. Was he ther
