We woke up late this morning with a heavy cracking head. We had a great night last night on the shore with our barbecue and beer. Good thing, none of us thought of swimming while still intoxicated. Actually, we are not really that drunk, we took alcohol just enough to make us crawl going back on our rooms.
"What happened?" I asked in hunched back while massaging my temples. I can't remember anything anymore. The last thing I knew was I was playing the grains of the sand on my feet.
"Nothing much, Ate Blythe," Helena said. Among all of us, she was the one who haven't drink too much since she's still young and Lexie prohibited her to be drunk.
Lexie, who was feeling better than me, just laughed. "Really, nothing much," she butt in.
"You really hate and was hurt, Ate Blythe. Surely yo
