Georgia nodded. “Yup. You were in the back with Damien. Both of you were out cold.”
May took a small spoonful of soup. Her eyes widened. “Oh my god, this is so good.”
“I told you!” Georgia grinned, eating from her own bowl.
They both sat on the bed, sipping their soup slowly, the room finally starting to feel calm. The headache was fading, and the chaos of the night before was beginning to settle into something they could laugh about later.
“Next time,” May said, pointing her spoon at Georgia, “we don’t drink that much.”
“Deal,” Georgia replied with a chuckle.
After they finished the soup, May stretched and leaned back on the bed. “Ugh… my head still feels like a drum,” she said, rubbing her forehead.
Georgia smiled a little. “It’s better than earlier though, right?”
“Yeah,” May s
