"My head's kinda' sore," Seth complained cuffing his head with his right hand as he walked toward the kitchen where his mother and younger sister were having breakfast.
"Why not? You were so drunk last night," Madi answered turning the kettle on for the usual morning coffee routine.
"Was it a disaster? How did it turn out?" Seth inquired, sitting across from his sister Beth on a chair. He looked at his sister, who was also staring at him, and inaudibly motioned to her to focus on what she was eating rather than on him; Beth just rolled her eyes.
"You should ask Abby," Madi said consuming a hint of distaste in her statement.
Seth's forehead wrinkled as he heard her best friend's name. They were together last night. "Where is she? She's supposed to be here at this hour," he blurted. Abby
