I groaned, hiding my face in my hands.
"The Wonderland?"
"Yup."
"Dancing on the table?"
"Uh-uh."
"Pretending I was a jockey?"
"That's my favourite one."
I peered at her through my fingers.
"Are there any other things I want to know about?"
Sierra thought about it for a second.
"No." She finally stated, shaking her head.
I nodded, closing my eyes. The stupid woodpecker must have liked it the last time, because he was back inside my head, demanding to get out. I was in a complete state of dispersion. My head hurt, my stomach was turning and I was pretty sure I looked like a wild opossum on drugs. Not to mention the things Sierra was now patiently telling me about in great detail.
Never touch alcohol, kids.
After I escaped Dominic – which was pretty much the last thing I remember
