I roll over to my side as sunlight shines through my windows disturbing my peaceful sleep. My head throbs slightly from the number of drinks I consumed last night. We have shifter healing, yes, but it doesn't help that Chloe drinks like a fish and I'm a lightweight. She had about 3 rounds of tequila shots and too many cocktails to count. I don't want to know what was in the coke she kept on giving me, but it was not just coke. I'm sorely paying for it today.
I groan and stretch across my bed and I slowly sit up trying to get my bearings and see where my headspace was for today's workload. Looking around my room I’m glad to see I wasn't a messy drunk. Everything is still neatly in its rightful place, my dress is draped on the light pink cushioned armchair in the corner, and my shoes are pl
