HOMECOMING
“Why are you yelling?” I moaned from my seat in the dining hall. I was trying not to puke on my plate, my head feeling as though a thousand tiny smiths were all hammering on my skull at once.
“I’m not yelling.” Reagan laughed as she continued her conversation with Iris.
“You’re definitely yelling,” Roc said, his face hidden in his large arms.
Yokel had his head sideways on the table and arms dangling from his seat. “I’ve never been this hungover,” he whimpered.
“I think… I think I’m still drunk,” Po added, curled up in his chair in an attempt to block out all light and sound.
The party in the streets of Starfall had lasted the whole night, but all that had transpired during those hours was a blur and a mystery for Whiskey Danger; even I had a hard time remembering. Iris an
