“Oh, my head...” I groaned.
The hangover the morning after was always the worst, especially when everyone around me was experiencing the same problem. It had never been this quiet in the Valkyrie dorm and the one person that dared start a washing machine had quickly been identified and stopped.
This was why we partied on Saturdays. We needed that day after to recuperate and suffer. It was a communal activity, just like the party itself.
“Coffee?” Stina offered, holding out a steaming mug.
“f**k yes.” Desperate, I took a sip from the liquid goodness and sighed. That was exactly what I needed. It wasn’t nearly as good as Thea’s coffee, but that didn’t matter at this point in time. It was scalding hot, bitter, and mostly, non-alcoholic. My liver would thank me for that.
“What a night.”
