3
“Rise and shine, sleepyhead.”
My eyes blinked open to a fuzzy room. My arms struggled to lift myself from the bed. They were limp and unable to support my weight. A kiss fell upon my cheek.
“What happened?” I asked, unable to detach my head from the pillow it was squashed on.
“You had a few drinks at Sergio’s party.”
“Just a few? Then why can’t I move?”
“Every time you turned your head your glass was refilled.”
I whimpered. “When do we have to be at the casino?”
“In twenty minutes.”
“Oh s**t!” I flipped the covers off and scurried from the bed, stopping momentarily for the room to stop spinning. “This tournament is going to be the death of me. Can’t I lose today so I can return to my normal life?”
“Then you’d owe me for your ticket home.”
I groaned. “I’ll get ready.”
I sped t
