Jamie woke up to the sound of someone trying to murder his skull from the inside out. It took him a second to realize it was just his own brain welcoming the hangover that was about to hit him.
He groaned as he shielded his face from the blinding sun rays. For some reason, he couldn’t help but feel that the sun had personal beef with him. Because why else would the sun stab him with its burning white knife-like rays?
“Ugh…” Jamie rolled over, laying on his stomach. He grabbed the pillow from beneath him and pulled it over his head.
His mask from the night before was sprawled on the floor beside his bed along with an empty wine bottle, his crumpled jacket and his now rumpled trousers.
“Get up.”
There was a voice in the room and Jamie pulled the pillow away from his head, giving a lazy
